Anger in the Afterlife

AFTERLIFE: an existence after death

Me: Let’s hold hands to cross the street.

Daughter: Yeah, ’cause I don’t want to get squished by a car.

Me: That’s right.

Daughter: Because, then I would be flat as a pancake.

Me: Yes.  And you might be dead, which would make me very sad.

Daughter: Getting dead would make me mad.

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