Wake up, Pepaw!

My dad passed away in 2001, and my nephew, Brandt, was about 4 years old. He called my dad Pepaw, thought he hung the moon. He wanted to do everything Pepaw did. At the wake, my mother was sitting in a chair at the head of the casket and Brandt asked if he could get up on her chair to see Pepaw. Looking over into the casket Brandt whispered, “Pepaw, Pepaw”! Getting no response Brandt reached over and smacked Pepaw’s forehead and said loudly, “Wake up, Pepaw!” That drew some laughs, even from mother!