One of the saints of our little church died two weeks ago. My daughters knew and liked this person, and they even accompanied me to the hospital on two occasions to visit with her and her family before she died. This has left them talking about death more than they probably normally would.
Last night they were playing together and my youngest said "My mommy died, and now she's in Texas."
I will provide no further commentary on what that might mean, because it's likely to get me in trouble, but found it very funny nonetheless.