He was the best flirt I've ever known, and my grandfather. From him I inherited a boundless and unnatural love of sugar, a habit of saying cheeky things just this side of offensive, and learnt that when someone adores you, in the end you can do no real lasting wrong.
And his pout. I definitely inherited his pout.
Rest in peace, you old brat. I wouldn't be me without you, and I'll never be the same now I've lost you.