And now he's one of us

A few nights ago we were talking about fossils—I'd made sure it was a dog in the example, but that wasn't removed enough, it should have been a trilobyte—and he broke down and said he didn't want to die, he doesn't want to not—to never see nothing again—not never—not see, not see anything, and why does God want to make everybody and then make everybody all die all the time? He doesn't want to die.

So here we are. We've arrived. No, sweetheart, I don't think there's heaven, where Aidan's...