the innocent are great...
I visited my family in manchester yesterday for a family thing (as you might imagine), and, among notable others, I had the pleasure of my nephew Ben's company.

Ben, bless him, is four years old. in his infinite childish innocence, he has developed a habit of asking anyone who is rich in years when they are going to die (or sometimes "go up" as thats how he sees it).

much hilarity ensues with venerable relatives.
(asme, Mon 21 Apr 2008, 2:42, Reply)