My father passed away on October 17th at the age of 89. His health gradually failed this past summer after angioplasty for blocked arteries in his legs. He survived a lengthy list of adversities from forced labor under the Nazis to having a lung removed over 25 years ago and yet he was the funniest person I ever knew. Not knock-knock jokes funny, he had more of a skewed philosophical take on the world that made you think before you laughed your ass off.
The photo above showed him displaying Christmas cards on a ribbon strung across the room like one of his favorite characters, Mr. Bean.