Brought the twins to their Grandma's memorial service. She was a heroin addict and died in her early 60's. Massive stroke. Twilight zone time. It was in a gym and about 50 people attended. Most of their relatives haven't seen the twins in 4 years, since we've had them and didn't recognize them at all. I brought a friend with me, and we sat for the afternoon and visited. Thank goodness for that, as I didn't know anybody except for their mom, also a heroin addict. She just got out of the hospital with flesh eating bacteria from injecting a dirty needle that was infected in the area of her way upper thigh. Disgusting. Had the twins change and wash when we got home. A few of the relatives asked them who they've been living with, and they pointed to me. They were surprised they had a "white grandma". Their mom was working the room (panhandling) after the service was over. Even hit up my grandson (her son) for 20 bucks. He didn't have it. I locked my purse in my trunk. The service was said by a very young man from a nearby church who didn't know the lady at all. He interviewed a granddaughter about her, and said some words just by what he got from the interview. You would of thought she was Mother Theresa. She wasn't. A very weird day indeed. So we got home, had the kids hazmat their clothes and selves, and I dropped them off at school so they could get the Haunted House ready for tonight's middle school festivities. Evidently it's ok to say, "Happy Presents Day" and have a haunted house. Christmas and Holiday are not pc anymore.