To Die For

Following is a conversation I had with my 4-year old daughter this morning while snuggling in bed with her:

Molloy: Dad, why did your mother die?
Dad: She got really sick and her body couldn't work anymore.
Molloy: Am I going to die?
Dad: Yes. Everybody dies. Everything that is alive dies.
Molloy: When am I going to die?
Dad: When you are a very old lady.
Molloy: When I'm a grandmother?
Dad: Yes.
Molloy: When are the boys going to die?
Dad: When they are very old grandfathers.
Molloy: When is Grandpa going to die?
Dad: When he gets much, much older.
Molloy: When is Nana going to die?
Dad: When she gets much, much older.
Molloy: How am I going to die?
Dad: I really don't know.
Molloy: Am I going to die at home?
Dad: I don't know.
Molloy: Are you going to see me die?
Dad: I hope not.