Son, it's time for the talk.
Ugh, do we have to?
We've already discussed the reproductive part. Now, the death part.
This is so dumb—
No, it’s important. Because someday, I'll die. Then you'll get married, reproduce, and have me as your son or daughter.
Jeez, enough already...
Then you'll raise me, grow old, and die, at which point the new me will birth YOU.
Not gross, natural. Of course, when I'm born to you, I won't remember my past—just like you won't remember yours.
Can I not remember this talk?
Ha! Now go play with your baby sister.