Growing up, my Grandpa was an odd sort. I distinctly remember, when he got up from his place at the dining room table to go take a nap, as he went down the hallway he muttered “I don’t smell.” I was apparently the only one who heard him say it and I couldn’t figure out what he was referring to. No one said he smelled, as far as I knew, he just said it.
He also muttered “fruit man” a couple of times. Anyway, what I am getting at is that my Grandpa’s spirit lives on in Brutus.