Hair die

In the car on the way from school with Dad, the boys are having a conversation about heaven.

B — Everyone dies.

R — Even Mom and Dad will die one day.

B — When you get old you die.

R — Old people die first.

B — No, it isn’t if you’re old.  You could die if you get sick.

R — The older you are the more gray hairs you have.

B — Then you die.

R — Right.  Mom will die first, because she has more gray hairs than Dad.  Then Buddy (the dog).  Then Dad, and then Seven (the other dog).

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