The one on the bottom is my brother Pete. He's super tough.
For example, today, Pete was relaying the story of the doctors' explanation of the outcome of my dad's 9 1/2 HOUR PROSTATE REMOVAL SURGERY (which by the way took three times longer than most prostate removal surgeries...since my dad's prostate was the size of a TENNIS BALL and decided to fuze itself to the embarrassing innard part that rhymes with Uranus). He said, "and you know, I got emotional, but I didn't cry, obviously. Because I'm super tough."
And then the doctor said that Pete was next. For prostate cancer.
Get well soon dad!
(Dead squirrel meat. Apparently not effective in the prevention of prostate cancer.)