File this one under "Conversations I never thought I'd have with my 5-year-old":
Sara: "Mom, do you think you could take me to a fa-yoo-neral sometime?
Me: "A funeral?"
Sara: "Yeah! A fa-yoo-neral!"
Me: "You're kidding, right?"
Sara: "No ... it's not that I want anybody to DIE (dramatic emphasis here), but I was thinking maybe you could find somebody dead that we don't know and we could get all dressed up and go to their fa-yoo-neral!"
Yeah, and maybe that would be the beginning of a new career as a professional mourner. I'll send my best black dress to the cleaner's tomorrow.