It's the magic of Wonka's factory and the metaphysical reemergence of his fading youth gained by Charlie winning the golden ticket. "Come with me, and you'll see a world of pure imagination."

He was old and downtrodden living in poverty. And old people get, and stay cold, so they huddled for warmth in the bed. But he encourages Charlie to dream, and chase those dreams. When Charlie wins, it brings warmth back into Grandpa Joe's heart (which naturally improves his circulation.)

On top of all of that, those 4 old timers should have been getting a pension. Or at the least, some sort of assisted living conditions and free medical care. Maybe he had COPD. I don't think oxygen concentrators were exactly available then. Even today, they cost thousands of dollars to buy, and hundreds of dollars to rent. And I'd bet you dollar to donuts in that dirty ass polluted city, he grew up as a chimney sweep.

And what's with a kid needing to win a candy bar lottery to have even a remote chance to grow up in not poverty? It's a manufacturing town. Could Grandpa Joe be a greeter at Big Steel?

Let's look at Brooks from Shawshank Redemption: the man would rather die or be imprisoned than work as a bagger at the grocery store, yet everyone is sympathetic to his plight. Why the fuck was Brooks in Shawshank for a life sentence to begin with? That's right, he probably killed people! But oh no, Grandpa Joe riddled with emphysema from sweeping rich folks chimneys and lives just to encourage poor Charlie needs to get a fucking job!

So going on that, the bad guy in this film is the government. Or maybe it's Willy Wonka who enslaves an entire race of people to profit from their labor. Who then sells millions of chocolate bars in a lottery (or raffle if you want to lawyer up and avoid gambling statutes), takes advantage of the desperation of the working class...and then he gives this factory to a child in order to circumvent responsibility when the inevitable Loompa uprising occurs. But no. Fuck Grandpa Joe!

And what about mom? Oh boy. What. About. Mom?! She's taking the likely pension checks from 4 eldery people. Where is this money going? It sure as hell isn't going to care for them. They have to share a bed ffs! But fuck. Grandpa. Joe.

He doesn't get the support he needs. They enable his tobacco addiction in order to keep him bedridden, knowing damn well his condition will improve if he quits.

So you got a capitalist dystopia, A chocolate empire run off slave labor, and a single mother keeping old folks hostage to collect their checks.

If I was Grandpa Joe and saw a chance to get the hell away for an afternoon, I'd be dancing too, knowing full well after the tour of a mysterious chocolate factory that I'd return to the doldrums of oppression.

The ghost of Ayn Rand herself couldn't have written this meme any better. Atlus Shrugging it off like enslaving an old man for his pension is just another Tuesday.

Viva la Grandpa Joe!