i overheard miss p and renzo having the following conversation this afternoon:
r: why is the (s)pider still dead?
p: everything dies...it's dead.
r: it's dead?
p: you'll die!
r: but...i'll die? but then we can't wear clothes!
p: we can't all live forever. then the houses will all die.
r: then where will we live!?
p: everyone dies lorenzo.
r: *forlornly* but then we can't pet doggies...