My still alive Nan is an absolute fucking wimp.
My dead Gran was nails. Used to cause tears by brushing our hair too vigorously when we went to stay with her (26 we were etc)
My great-Nan was ludicrously tough though. Lived to 93 at which point she had her fifth heart attack, recovered, gave a do-not-resuscitate order for if it happened again, had another heart attack, recovered without any intervention before another one eventually finished her off. Was a big fan of winding up my great-Granddad, used to regularly go round to find her singing “I know a song that will get on your nerves” to him. Poor bastard.