The father of my brother-in-law died a few days ago after a prolonged battle with illness. Yesterday we went to visitation and today we’ll be attending his funeral. Here’s the conversation that took place in the car yesterday as we were leaving the funeral home:

Lily: “I didn’t get to say goodbye to Karen!”
Me: “That’s okay, honey. You’ll get to see her tomorrow at the funeral.”
Lily: “What’s a funeral?”
Me: “Well, Dave’s dad died and his funeral is tomorrow. It’s a chance for everyone to say goodbye.”
Lily: “Dave’s dad died?”
Jack: “How did he die? Did snakes get him?”