Tell a joke with an unexpected ending and see who is funnier.

My grandfather has a big waist, a thick door and a loud voice, and his temper is as fierce as a firecracker that may explode at any time, which is daunting. It is such a big Kanto man who is as meek as a kitten in front of my grandmother, and he is obedient and doesn't dare to speak in a rough voice. My grandmother is thin and weak, kind-hearted, and speaks softly, and has never seen her lose her temper. Neighbours' exhortation also doesn't help, but as long as Grandma coughs gently, Grandpa's black tower-like body will be shortened immediately, and all the roars and curses will be swallowed back into his stomach.

Occasionally, when Grandma's gentle cough doesn't work, Grandma will use her killer weapon-a small wooden box with a purplish red color. She stroked the small wooden box and sighed and wept. At this time, Grandpa immediately calmed down honestly. This red wooden box is grandma's magic weapon to surrender to grandpa.

More than 5 years ago, grandpa and grandma were in their prime, and their love was in full swing, but something unexpected happened. Grandma was suddenly diagnosed with tuberculosis, which was called "consumption" at that time. It was an incurable disease. In order not to affect the happiness of her beloved, grandma deliberately concealed her illness from grandpa and was cruel. I only left him a forwarding address. Grandpa wrote dozens of letters in a row to make grandma come to their senses. Grandma suppressed her sadness and only answered a few letters. She sealed her heart and lied that she was empathetic. Grandpa wrote back that her sister was his life. If she was not available, it would be meaningless to live. Later, Grandpa did not know how to find her address and knocked down her boudoir. Just then, Grandma just got the message that "Hey!" Seeing grandpa, my deep-rooted lovesickness turned into wronged tears, and I rushed to grandpa's arms to tell the story. Just then, I heard a crunchy sound of "pa". Grandma looked down and saw that a brown glass pesticide bottle fell on the floor, but it didn't break. Grandma's powder fist hit grandpa's chest hard, sobbing: "You are so confused, are you still like a man trying to die for a woman?" Grandpa wanted to throw away the medicine bottle afterwards, but grandma refused, and solemnly locked the bottle in a mahogany box, which lasted for more than 5 years.

Later, grandpa was unfortunately suffering from a cerebral hemorrhage, and when he was dying, he asked grandma to take the red wooden box and put it in the hospital bed, raise her hand to let me pass, and put everyone away. Grandma was also driven away by grandpa, who pointed to the wooden box and I held it in my arms knowingly. He told me the last few words of his life with difficulty, and when I nodded my head hard, I took a long breath and closed my eyes with confidence.

On the day of the funeral, I took out the wooden box and insisted on burying it with my grandfather. Grandma was surprised: "Girl, don't you want to keep it with you forever?"

I said to my grandmother, "I figured it out, so I'd better let her stay with my grandfather.

My grandmother wanted to keep it as a souvenir, and my family agreed. Only I stubbornly insisted. Although my grandmother didn't say anything, my lonely eyes made people cry.

Afterwards, whenever I saw my grandmother hiding in the corner and secretly hurting her, my parents and boyfriends blamed me for burying the box, saying that I shouldn't have buried it at that time.