"Is that the house for the dead people?"

Nick and I walk up to the library each week for a month long reading derby of sorts. The walk inevitably turns out to be the best walk and the most relaxing 30mins. of the week. I stayed at work a bit late today and Diane had to call and remind me that it was Library night. Wot's wid dat?

The walk up was kind of quiet though he did give me a tour of the soccer fields that he scampered around this past week for the week long "introduce-an-impessionable-kid-to-a-soccer-ball" clinic, but the walk back was taken under a beautiful sunset at a perfect temperature and, well it was just terrific and loaded with much conversation. As we passed by the cemetery, he asked me about the office building there at the cemetery. (Question above) I explained the fiduciary responsibilities of being interred for a millennia and how those arrangements are made at that office. He gave every indication that he didn't want to stay 6' under. Instead he wanted to sneak out as a ghost and scare people. He thought that would be a hoot. We then talked about God. Still, he thought hanging around scaring people sounded like a lot more fun than hanging with God and those angels.