That's the cheery title of a new story of mine over at fwriction.
I also got to pick a song to accompany the story. My choice was Camper Van Beethoven's version of "O Death." I used to joke that it would make a great children's song.
This is another of my more autobiographical parenting stories, and it's a kind of companion piece to my story "Stalling," which was published in SmokeLong Quarterly a while back. In fact, there's a specific reference to "Stalling" in "How to Talk to Children About Death."
Getting intertextual in my old age, I guess...