Bill Jones loved life and he loved entertaining people. He loved to make people laugh which happened often. I spent a lot of time with Bill (grandpa) and will be forever grateful that I had him in my life. He taught me a lot about life. Most of all, he taught me how to laugh. My dad, Bill’s son, told me a great story about him. I wasn’t born yet, but I can imagine it clearly. Grandpa was cleaning out his attic when he came upon an old rocking chair. It was falling apart and he knew it would cost more to repair than to just buy a new chair. So it became his new project. A project of amusement! He unscrewed all the screws, so that the chair was still held together by how the parts fit together, but could easily fall apart. When people that he hadn’t seen in away came to his house he would bring the chair out into the living room playing like it had been there for awhile. Sometime during the conversation he would ask his friend to help him move his “childhood chair that contained so many memories” into the garage because it was so “delicate” and he couldn’t do it by himself. Just before reaching the garage there is an awkward turn and every time without fail that movement would make the chair just fall to the floor into something like 26 pieces. Some people didn’t know right away that it was just a joke and they would start apologizing profusely until grandpa explained it. My dad and my grandma would be spying on the whole thing laughing hysterically. That was my grandpa! He was a fun guy and a prankster. Now I know where my dad got it from!