I Want That Marble

Today in the car Eleanor and I were talking about dying and people we know who have passed away. Here is my favorite part of the conversation:

Eleanor: Mom, is Grandpa Hall dead.
Me: Nope. He's alive.
Eleanor: No, the grandpa with the marble eye.
Me: Oh, you mean Grandpa Wolfley? No, he's still alive.
Eleanor: When he dies I want that marble eye to add to my rock collection.

Okay Eleanor, maybe, just maybe you'll inherit that fine marble!