Thomas Brimm stood on his tippy toes, peering into the long box that held his grandfather. Was that really his grandfather though? Sure, the ribbon that hung next to him read "Dado," but all of his wrinkles were gone. The wrinkles from his laughter, his anger, his compassion--gone. The makeup coating Dado's face appeared yellowish in the soul-piercing fluorescent lighting. Thomas felt himself stifling fits of giggles; his grandfather would have never worn blush!