The Mailing Dead

(My dad passes away. My son is four years old. We explain everything to him as best we can, making sure he understands he will not see his granddad anymore. In May, we get a magazine in the mail from a subscription that my dad had purchased for him about six months prior.)

Me: “Look! You got some mail today!”

Son: “Yay! What is it?”

Me: “It is the magazine Granddaddy sends you each month!”

Son: *thinks for a minute, leans in and whispers* “Why is he still sending me magazines? I thought he was dead.”