I started watching WWE for the first time with my uncle maybe twenty years ago. I didn't realise as a kid that he was a bit of a weirdo, but looking back, yeah he was a single guy in his thirties living with his parents...

When my grandfather died he didn't take it well at all, but after I left school and moved away I barely saw him anyway really. About 4 weeks ago I got a call from my mother and she said he took a turn for the worse. He appeared at the house drunk, or so they though, so they let him spend the night. In the middle of the night they heard him trying to get out of the house and he said there were cameras in the room spying on him. Obviously, there were no cameras. They took him to the hospital but to everyone's surprise, the doctor said it's not paranoia. It's the Usos.