reminds me of when my kids were little - - we have a park nearby with a boulder that has a bronze head of Frank Lloyd Wright on it and we'd walk past this monument all the time, and the kids were always curious about it. They'd always ask about it, who it was and why it was there, and I'd just say he lived here 100 years ago but now he's dead and they put his head on a rock so people would remember him.
Then at some point we were visiting a cemetery, and the kids were very curious about the graves, and the younger two were upset that the heads were missing, I told them the heads were buried in the ground - - but the situation was made more confusing for them because I called the grave stones "headstones" - - not having a clue what all their confusion was about.
So the next time we're walking in the neighborhood and we pass the FLW monument, and after a while my youngest son asks "Mom, when I die, will my head turn to metal or will it be buried in the ground, and will my body be a rock or will it be a brick?" Honestly, sometimes parents are so dumb, because I look at him like "what are you talking about?" and he lays out the two scenarios of death as he sees it - - you die and either turn into a rock with a metal head, or you turn into a brick and your head is buried in the ground.
What really cracked me up is that when I asked him what he would rather be, he said he'd rather his head was buried because if it's metal on a rock the birds might poop on it.