Random conversation about death #27

Sam and I seem to have a lot of random conversations about death.

I never really know where they come from.

Today, while driving home from preschool...

"Mom, how do you die?"

"Huh?"

"How do you die?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like - HOW do you die?"

"Well...you stop breathing and your heart stops beating and your body doesn't move anymore."

"Oh. That's how?"

"Yeah - it's when your body doesn't work anymore, usually because you get really old, or get really sick, or get hurt really badly."

"Like when your older than a grandma or a papa....like 100...or 99?"

"Usually. Hopefully."

"So, it's like being in an invisible ice cube?"

"I guess you could say that."