My grandfather is visiting for Thanksgiving, and as he's 92 years old, he has a habit of repeating himself a lot and often, i.e.: we heard his life's story 3 times by 8:30am the first morning of his visit on Tuesday. What he did say which I hadn't heard 1,000 times before is that when he proposed divorce to his second wife (Florence, a woman I vaguely remember from my early childhood and never liked,) she pulled a gun on him. He grabbed her wrist, pulled the gun to his temple and said "if you're gonna do it, don't miss." He then continued to regale me with how blessed he has been leading his Christian life, how me and my girlfriend need to get married and that God needs to be at the center of our lives. Love the man to death, but it's been a long week. They leave early tomorrow morning, thank "God."