Or a shell...we took my three year old grandson to the cemetery this past weekend to put flowers on the graves of my mom and other relatives. We had a lovely discussion about crabs and how they choose new shells for their homes and how we believe people do the same with bodies and reincarnation, although I didn't get that wordy or deeply into with him.

I was a little concerned he might be freaked out about people being under the ground, but he was fine and enjoyed placing the flowers. He knew we were there to *see* my mom and grandparents. When I started to cry a bit he came over and said, "Oh, don't be sad. It's alright. I'm not dead." Then talked me into going for a little walk, telling me "it'll be okay."

I have friends who have seen the "silver cord" part from a body when someone passed on in their presence.