Last time I talked to him his stupid poodle was jumping up on top of him causing him some kind of pain you know? He didn't really care he would just say "oh poodle" after I assume it wrecked his little war miniature game. He was kind of checked out he was more interested in how to get the South to win on the battlefield while acknowledging the odds were stacked against them. He didn't really care about that either. He was just happy Trump won. To him that was the biggest middle finger he could raise. The guy was a true patriot and a friend. I still miss him he may have kind of saved my life.
If you want to say something to him, then just do it. He's right there in purgatory, dude. When you go to mass, walk to the front to light a candle and pray to get him out of there sooner.