Candles

It used to make me neurotic that Grandma lived alone and would always lite candles for everyone she knew in prayer. It was like she had this shrine set up in the kitchen with religious statues and prayer cards. Sometimes I would go there, and they would be melting all over the counter. Or, one time, she raised it up so that it was just underneath the cabinet. I thought she was going to burn the house down (and I'm very paranoid about fires).

Every time I went there, I would die them out and throw them out. Her kids kept buying them for her. I don't understand why they couldn't say "no" when this was a matter of safety.

I even bought her the flame less battery-operated candles, but she never used those! I thought that it was the perfect solution.

She is so lucky that nothing every happened because this was a very serious concern.