Just wanted to thank everyone for the nice replies, IMs, phone calls, etc... So thanks Carol, Erin, Brad, Brian, Jesse, Jason, Erika, Melissa, Melly, and anybody else I may have forgotten.
The house goes to me in the will, but I'm giving it to mom... She deserves it and has lived there forever on her side (technically two properties that connect--she lives on her tiny 3 room side, Gran lived on her seven room side). She was surprised, which I'm a bit shocked by. Why wouldn't I give it to her, truthfully? She took care of Gran throughout the years, it's only right that she gets it. Aunt Chris agreed with my decision, which I'm thankful for.
It's an odd feeling, seeing someone you love die. As sad as it is, it puts a lot of things in perspective. It's a refreshing, interesting experience; those words are often used in positives tones, though horrifying experiences can cleanse your palette and make you think things a tad bit differently. Still, I prefer to use those words in their native positive tone when speaking of what I went through during this ordeal. I'm not usually an optimist--I don't prefer pessimist, though; "realist" seems a bit better, and unfortunately being realistic usually ties in with being a pessimist in the day and age we live in--though I can't help but feel a sense of closure mixed in with the sadness and memories. It's a bit hard to explain, as they all blend together like some sort of emotional smoothie concoction. Hmm, I'm thirsty.
Onward we march, because we're not dead yet. Need to set up an appointment to get glasses. Thinking black frames might be sexy. Ladies? What say ye? Black frames? Thick or thin?