Mary and I were driving today, listening to Sheryl Crow sing about wanting to have some fun, "all I want to do is have a little fun before I die".
Mary: What does die mean?
Me: Well, die, um....to leave, to go to another world.
Mary: Remember when Balbina died?
Me: Balbina didn't die (sweetie, my love, nut, affectionate term).
Mary: Yes she did. She lived in Mexico and then she died and came to Chicago.
Me: Right then.