Pretty Obvious Secret, If You Ask Me
My great grandfather didn’t die of cancer.
He died from complications after being shot when one of his businesses was being robbed. Maybe. He also spent a lot of time in Atlantic City. He also had a lot of partners in the Teamsters and other unions in coal country. Also, everyone called him “smiling Tony’ but his name wasn’t Tony.
He died in the 60s, long before my time, but when my great grandmother died 20 years ago, a very old guy showed up to the funeral in a white suit and all of the oldest people in my family kisses his hand. When I asked, no one knew who he was.
My grandfather moved his family away from central PA in the late 60s and disconnected from all of this but, there it is.