"Granny -- what happens to you when you die?" The question comes from Brooks, my grandson. We are all sitting at the kitchen table: Granny and Brooks, age 7, and his cousins Sophia, 6, and Lila, 4. Their mothers (my two daughters) are upstairs, sleeping in, and Granny is in charge. What happens when you die? Too early for this! I get the coffeemaker going, find the Cheerios, pour the milk. "Yeah, Granny, what happens?" Sophia asks. I dissemble. "Well, I'm pretty young," I begin. "I'm probably not going to die for a ... (more)