If only it were just that simpleScene: Dorcasina and daughter snuggling in bed. 7:15 a.m. Daughter has turned 5 the previous day.
Dorcasina's Daughter: Mama, what is being Dead?
Dorcasina: It's when your body stops working. It means you are no longer part of our world.
D's D: My Papa is dead. He's not a part of our world.
D: That's right.
D's D [waits just a second too long, which suggests a certain intentionality and perhaps even a bit of manipulation in what follows]: I know! [too brightly]. Maybe we can find me a new papa.
D: Well, it's not that easy to find someone as special as your papa.
D's D: Well, maybe we can ask some of our friends if one of them can be my papa!
D [envisioning how this will go over among her male friends, and groaning to herself]: Ummmm...maybe that's not such a good idea...