Several weeks ago, I heard the following conversation happening over our kitchen table between Simon and Mary. I’ll throw it out there with minimal commentary.

Mary: . . . and grandma and grandpa and great-grandma and great-grandpa
Simon: Great-Grandpa died.
Mary: I know.
Mary: When will he be alive again?
Simon: Never.
Mary: Oh. Why?
Simon: That’s just the way it is.

Mary: When will we die?
Simon: Not for a long time.

Mary: Maybe in 7 days?
Simon: No, much longer than that.
Mary: Oh.

And then their eating resumed with barely a pause.