Sam: "Mommy, why do you have to die?"
me: "huh? If I have my way, I'm not going to die for a long, long, long time honey. So don't worry about it."
Sam: "but when are you going to die?"
me: "Maybe when I'm 100?"
Sam: "But *why* do you have to die?"
me: "Because we *all* die someday. but, again, not planning on anything. you've got nothing to worry about for, like, 70 years!"
Sam: "But I don't want to die, either."
me: "Honey, you're probably not going to die for like, 90 years. you're four now. Do you know how many 90 is compared to four? Let's count. 1-2-3-4..." [we do get to ninety.][eventually]
Sam: [quivering lip][starting to cry] "But, mommy, if you die, I won't have a mommy anymore!"
me: "Yes you will. I'll just be a ghost and I'll haunt you until you come to heaven with me."
Sam: [doesn't find this funny][cries harder][big tragic tear drops]
me: "Oh, just come hug me baby."