That reminds me of a funny story. My grandpa is in the hospital, and my grandma was at the dinner table in the morning eating breakfast. I walk in and say hi, turn my back to grab my cell phone, hand sanitizer, playing cards, accessories, etc. and she's like "Grandpa was talking about you, he misses you and has been asking to see you." "Really?" "Oh, not you, I was talking to the dog."
On a sidenote: my family has made it pretty clear that I'd be disowned if I was into men or the other way around. Pretty sure they'd think I'd go to Hell too. Fairly confident in my heterosexuality though.