L (7 1/2 yrs): Somehow, this is what I imagine: When we die, I imagine us having to knock on a door and then someone lets us in and we walk into heaven. That's just what I think it will be like.
M (9 1/2 yrs): Wait ... So, L-- how do you think Mom will die? Old age? Get stabbed, or what?
(By the way -- if I have a say in the matter -- which I don't -- I'm pulling for a long and healthy life and going quietly in my sleep due to old age ... )