He never saw a corpse before. Grandpa lay in the casket, but it didn’t look like him. Was Grandpa still a ‘he’? An ‘it’?

The expression seemed wrong. The real Grandpa would never make that face.

The same nose hairs, though.

“Don’t touch,” an old woman scolded.

But why not?

Ken Zang loves observing the world around him almost as much as living in it. If Ken isn’t learning what makes something, or someone, tick, then he is usually trying to make family, or potential family, laugh.