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When my gramma died when I was about 11, my family flew out to the Philippines to see her off. I didn't cry until my mom cried as she hugged mama (we called our grandma mama) in her coffin. I was more scared, than sad at the time because that was the first time I had seen someone that was actually dead before my eyes. I don't even like looking at the obituaries on the newspapers!