That was fascinating and people are wonderfully weird.
OMG, I have obsessively hated Grandpa Joe since I was a child. How could he just stay in that bed, a totally lazy moocher (WHO HAS BEEN HIDING MONEY, by the way), while that poor woman works her fingers to the bone as a washer woman in a sad attempt to care for 3 legitimately sick people and a small child? And then, when something good FINALLY happens, does that horrible moocher old bastard say, "Now, Charlie. Your mother (who could have gone back to school and gotten a college degree, perhaps met a nice man and remarried and had a decent life somewhere away from this smelly one room shack) has thrown her life down the outhouse toilet to care for us -- she deserves something nice, you should take HER to see Mr. Wonka"? NO. NO, HE DOES NOT. Instead Grandpa Joe fakes a miracle, GETS UP OUT OF BED AND SKIPS OFF TO MEET WONKA. Leaving Charlie's mom to do more laundry. Every time I see that moment, I suffer a rage headache.