Every family has one of these. Ours was Uncle Harold. He was the (self appointed) Thanksgiving day designee in charge of the task of family photo taking. He took some of the worst pictures imaginable and, to make matters even more, um, challenging, assembled those gathered for an interminably long period before inevitably becoming the executioner of the top of a head or two, or doing a Van Gogh on a few ears. Slow and painful is not how one wishes to be remembered. His was a legacy that would be hard to duplicate.
You deserve it. BRAVO to the new uncle Harold. May your reign last for decades