I was driving the family van in 1992 when from the back seats I heard my two children---five-year-old Sam and three-year-old Sarah---having this unlikely conversation with their five-year-old friend Michael: Michael: When you die, you go to heaven with the angels. Sam: When you die, you go to nature with the flowers and trees. Sarah: When you die, you get born again in a baby. I was delighted with their profound yet calm assertions, which made death sound like an adventure. READ MORE