Carter: Mom, that death thing is what we read about in the book, right?
Me: Yes.
Carter: Sounds like that’s what Uncle Bruce got himself into. Sort of like putting on a pair of pants, isn’t it?
Me: How is death like putting on a pair of pants?
Carter: Sorrow. That’s what it’s like. That’s what I’m feeling.
Me: You’re feeling sorrow?
Carter: Yes, Mom, that’s another word for sad.
Thanks, I’m feeling a lot more abstract now.
