The tale of pgg...a not so sad story about a very old man

I didn't know plasticgreatgramps, "pgg," all that well given he's always living in the tropical island of my ancestors, but the tales of pgg's scampish ways are legendary. pgg recently passed away at the ripe old age of 94, succumbing to the usual culprit...cancer. p.mom^2, always one to chide her pater familias, blamed his cancer on his life of drinking, smoking and gambling...let that be a lesson for us all. plasticmom chortled and pointed out the glaring weakness in p.mom^2's argument; most people succumb to something before they're 94 even if they don't smoke, drink and gamble every waking moment. Then plasticmom and p.mom^2 laughed and laughed and laughed...not at pgg's recent demise, but at the irony of pgg's longevity.