My great, great aunt was in the camps. She froze one night, standing outside in line for her ration of shower gas. My great, great uncle tapped her on the shoulder, she fell over, and broke into a million pieces. Nazi-trained rats scurried out and snatched up all the pieces before anyone could gather even a bowl-ful of my great, great aunt, then every rat scurried over to the crematorium and regurgitated my great, great aunt into an oven.