This is an approximation of a conversation I had with Grace recently. While I did not invent her remarks, I did cut out some of the repetition. There also were a lot of thoughtful pauses I have eliminated.
Grace: How old do you think you’ll be when you die?
Jane: Old, I hope.
Grace: Who do you think will die first, me or you?
Grace: Who do you think will die first out of me and Eli and Lydia?
Jane: I don’t think about that. You all will live a long, long time.
Grace: Why do people have to die?
Jane: Because their cells wear out and they can’t last forever.
Grace: Why can’t we live always?
Jane: I’m so sorry. I know. I promise, though, you will live a long, long time and life will feel long enough.
Grace: How long?
Jane: Grace! Could we talk about something else? How about… what are we going to do tomorrow?
Grace: I can’t help it. I just keep thinking about this.
Jane: Why do you think that is?
Grace: Because I’ve been reading biographies.
Grace: Yeah. And I’ve noticed — people are always dying in them.