Mine didn't have a sweet tooth, but didn't eat right or take care of himself. He was still a robust man when he froze his feet walking nine miles in the snow, which led to frost bite and infection that cause them to just keep whacking until both legs were off at the hips and he died from shock.My gramps had stashes of candy hidden around the house. Grandma would give him shit for hiding candy. He did not look after himself very well. When he passed away he was not recognizable as my grandfather, he was a shell of his former self. It was so sad to see a big strong man waste away in sickness.
Limited to whimpering and sniveling, with occasional sobs.I learned to accept it now and I rarely cry anymore.