Death Is A Real Scream

(My sister is driving around town with her twin three-year-old sons in the back seat when this exchange happens:)

Twin #1: “Mommy, what’s that?”

Sister: “That’s the cemetery.”

Twin #1: “What’s a cemetery?”

Sister: “That’s where people get buried when they die.”

Twin #1: “Why do we bury people when they die?”

(Before my sister can come up with a satisfying answer to the question, her other son pipes up:)

Twin #2: “Because if you bury them deep enough, you can’t hear them scream.”