My grandmother on my mothers side passed away a little over 4 years ago, she and I were close. A few weeks after it happened I was at my friends house as he was having people over. Not a kegger or anything, like 15 or so people just casually hanging out and playing some drinking games. A coupe more people arrive, including this dude who I've never gotten along with, we'll call him M. It's not like we hated each other, we're just very different people, and neither one of us pretends to like the other person. After a few hours everyone there is getting fairly drunk. We're all standing around the beer pong table and watching the game. My buddy threw the ball, it landed on the table, and didn't bounce, indicating that it had been punctured or had a dent in it or whatever. He just said dead ball and went to grab a new one. The dude who I don't like, M, said the words that ball's deader than ImHully's grandmother.

People got pretty quiet pretty quickly. This was only a few weeks after my grandmother had passed, and it was still fairly raw. In one instant I went from laughing and having a good time with friends, to absolutely fucking furious. I was seeing red, all I knew is that I wanted to fucking hurt him. I walked over to him, and he had the audacity to be like hey man it was just a joke. I've never wanted to cause anyone pain like that before, so I hit that piece of shit in the face as hard as I could. He fell from the punch, and when he got back up he was bleeding pretty heavily, as I had broken his nose. I didn't feel bad, I don't think anyone there did either given what he had said and the circumstances. One of his friends ended up driving him to the hospital to get his face fixed. People were really cool to me about it too, asking if I was okay, saying he was a dick, getting hugs and such. My family and friends are what got me through that tough time in my life. I regret nothing.