Today's sermon was about Thessalonians.
My daughter pays rapt attention to the sermon for the first five minutes. She then draws for about five minutes, and then begins to ask, "How much LONGER?!"
She listened to the verse talking about the people who had "fallen asleep". And, of course, the obvious question - "What does he mean, fallen asleep?"
I explained that it was a nice way of saying "dead". That sometimes people don't like to say "dead" so they use other words to explain it.
She accepted that answer and pondered it in her typical fashion for a few minutes before pulling on my arm again.
Leaning up to whisper in my ear, she asked, "Mommy, is Pastor afraid to say 'dead', too?"
No. No, he proved that later on.
On the side, I have gotten tired of people using all sorts of words to substitute for "dead" at funerals and other events. When I die, I am going to have my kids give the pastor a thee by five signed card to tape to his podium saying, "Face it. I'm dead. I realize that. So does everyone else. So admit it. And if you dare say I've passed on or passed (what? like gas?), I will sit up and roll my eyes at you!"