I remember a story when I was a kid, visiting Uncle Bill and Aunt Grace.  Interestingly enough, Bill was my cousin and my Uncle.  Figure that one out.  

Now for the rest of the story.  It seems that Bill swallowed his false teeth.  No one could find them...sharp pain in the stomach.  Bill could taste the teeth, kind of like sulfer.  He could even feel a littl protrusion in his side where the teeth were sticking out.  Bill worried and worried, each day the stomach pain getting worse.  He started feeling the teeth move through the colon.  On the 3rd day, he was beside himself with worry, so scheduled to get into the doctor...then, someone moved some dishes by the kitchen sink, and found the teeth soaking in the cup.  And now you know, the rest of the story.  

Bill was my last living Uncle.  Praying for the family.  R.I.P. Bill.  We'll see you soon Bill.

Wally