He's five. Going through a very sad and morbid stage. He tears up every time he talks about his or my death. Never mind the other members of our family! I have had to go GOD on him. That helps, I think. (No disrespect to religious people who read this. I believe in God but have never been able to decide which church to go with, so we have only given him bits and pieces. Now we are saying grace every night and prayers at bedtime, and sporadic outbursts of prayers to keep us alive and healthy every day). It's like an evangelist has inhabited my five-year-old's body just so we don't die! Never mind going to hell. We haven't even broached that subject...talk about nightmares.