okay but imagine at Fred’s funeral George and Mrs. Weasley are standing together by his coffin
and George is trying so hard not to cry
and in a last-ditch attempt to cope with it in the only way he knows how, using humor, he turns to Mrs. Weasley and says, “you’ll be able to tell us apart now, anyway, Mum”
and then he just breaks down sobbing
NOPING RIGHT ON OUTTA THIS POST
Tomorrow (today) is going to be a long day. Saying goodbye to my grandpa tomorrow. I’ve grown up with all four of my grandparents so this is really weird for me. He moved to Canada in 1966 from Sri Lanka and worked three jobs for two years straight to bring my grandma and six kids to this awesome country. He was incredibly smart and could out-drink all y’all. (The Scottish blood, I guess—The Andrews family knows how to party). He passed away on Saturday after a series of bad infections, one of which claimed a leg. He was in a hospital bed for three months straight and in a lot of pain, so I’m glad he’s at peace now. All the same, tomorrow is going to be rough.