I'm worried...

Finn: oh, ho ho oh... (his play-crying sound)

Mom: What's wrong?

Finn: I'm worried.

Mom: What are you worried about?

Finn: I'm worried that when I die and become an angel, I might get hurt by an airplane that has a sharp needle on the front!

Dad says in the background: "That's gotta be the Museum of Flight..."

Death, Part Two

Finn: Is dying bad?

Mom: What do you think? Is dying bad?

Finn: Yes.

Mom: Why?

Finn: Because our muscles go away and our bones go away!

Mom: Is that bad?

Finn: Yes!

Mom: You don't want to be a floating spirit?

Finn: I don't want to be a floating spirit!

Pause

Finn: Do we become angels after we die?

Mom: What do you think?

Finn: Yes.

Mom: What's an angel?

Finn: It's people that float. In the sky.

Mom: Would that be fun?

Finn: Yes!

Mom: I don't want you to die until you're very very very very old.

Finn: Yeah - sometime when I'm a grown up.

Mom: Yeah.

Death and the Six Year Old

Last night, going to sleep...

Finn: Is Old bad?

Mom: No, old isn't bad.

Finn: But Old is Dying!

Mom: Well, not always. Is dying bad?

Finn: Yes!

Mom: Why is it bad?

Finn: Because our muscles go away and our bones go away.

Pause

Finn: When we die do we go to heaven?

Mom: Yes, we do.

Finn: Do we come angels?

Mom: Yes.

Finn: Are angels floating people?

Mom: Yes, they are!

Finn: Are your grandma and grandpa angels now?

Mom: Yes, they are.