WHAT KIND OF GRANDMA TELLS HER GRANDKID SHE'LL NEVER BE HAPPY UNLESS SHE FINDS A MAN. THANKS, GRANDMA, FOR RUINING MY LIFE.
I think I'm still bitter about my death.
Anyways, loving Grandma ALSO told me about how I could never be loved by a human man because of my hideous fish tail - that humans are infatuated with these things called "legs." Ugh, Grandma, why'd you have to do that to me?