My younger son, who is four and a half, piped up on the way home from dropping off his brother at school:

“When people die, mom, they leave their house behind! And they leave their blood behind, and the pipes their blood flows through too.”

“They do? And then what happens to them?”

“Their body gets digged way down, and their blood gets digged way down, and their bones get digged way down and buried.”

“That’s what happens to the body? What happens to what made them a person?”

“They hear a big *boom*!!! And they die. And their body gets buried, and they vibrate. Then they go into a story.”

“So when someone dies they leave their body behind, and vibrate, and become a story?”

“Yes mom. That is what happens when you die.”

“Thank you, sweetie.”