My grandfather was over spending the weekend at my college as I had an extra room and the rest of the family told me it was my time.
Gramps is not a bad old guy, just a little senile but mostly lonesome as all his old friends are dead.
"Grandpa, there's a 'Weekend At Bernies' marathon on this weekend. I need to go out and do some stuff, I'll get it started for you. If you get tired, turn it off."
My friends finally drug me back into the apartment two days later. I had overdone the drinking bit.
Oh my head. GRANDPA!
"Hey grandpa, you OK?"
'Sure. Fixed some sandwiches, drunk all your beer and wine. Watched some television. You know what? It took me going through all the Bernie Movies before I realized he had been dead for three whole movies.'
"After that, I watched them again and they made a lot more sense. By the way, I shit my pants."