You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.
First of all nothing will happen, and a little later nothing will happen again.
When humor can be made to alternate with melancholy one has success, but when the same things are funny and melancholic at the same time, it's just wonderful.
When you look into the faces of these quiet creatures who don't know how to tell stories--who are mute, who can't make themselves heard, who fade into the woodwork, who only think of the perfect answer after the fact, after they're back home, who can never think of a story that anyone else will find interesting--is there not more depth and more meaning in them? You can see every letter of every untold story swimming on their faces, and all the signs of silence, dejection, and even defeat. You can even imagine your own face in those faces, can't you?
To me the persistence of the grandfather's rituals meant that he was unchanged, running on discipline and continuance and stoicism. I didn't notice, and didn't realize, that the rituals themselves were changing, that there was a difference between the rituals of comfort and the preventive rituals that come at the end of life.
All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know.