I've always wondered how I would feel if someone like Betty Page was my grandmother. That'd be totally weird, right? Having all these people telling me how hot she used to be, and how they used to look at pictures of her in magazines/calendars. Or even if they didn't come right out and tell me, I'd still know, and they'd know that I knew. That'd be a pretty hard funeral to attend.
I'm just glad that my grandma is ugly as sin.