While walking to school, I passed a graveyard. There was a mother and toddler daughter walking behind me.

"What's that?" the little girl asked her mother.
"That's a graveyard," she replied. "That's where people go when they die. We bury them underground...and write their names on the stones, and when we read the names, we remember them."
The little girl paused to consider this. "Where's my name?"
"It's not there. You're alive."
"I am?"

Aww.