Bea: So, um, (Clears throat) tell me about yourself. Grampa: Uh, widower, one son, one working kidney. And you? Bea: Widowed, bad hip and liver disorder.
Grampa: Out of my way, I got a date with an angel. Jasper: You don't know how right you are, Abe. Grampa: What? Jasper: I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Bea passed away last night. Grampa: Oh no. Jasper: It was her ticker. The doctor said her left ventricle burst. Grampa: No, Jasper. They may say she died from a burst ventricle, but I know she died of a broken heart.