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RE: Dear Diary: Mother Is Back Home Now Here At Home from My Uncle's Wake
My great grandfathers funeral was closed casket.
I was like 7 when it happened, and didn't really think anything of it.
As an adult I found out what happened. He slipped outside in the winter most likely froze to death if he didn't die from the head injury he got from the fall. His face was then devoured by the feral dogs that wandered the area.