over time, he'd survived wars, japanese snipers, had been shot, bludgeoned with a lead pipe, and endured my aunties' constant yammering for 80-some odd years. in the end i'm convinced it was the pork rinds that done him in. g'wan, uncle pedro, with your fine curmudgeonly self. you will be sorely missed.
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