of death and the tooth fairy.

i was reading a book about the tooth fairy for bedtime, while i was babysitting.

it occurred to me

i want to be the tooth fairy when i die. i want to go around to rooms around the country (can i just be an american tooth fairy?) and collect little teeth for the queen fairy's castle (according to this book, that is why they need all those teeth).

all of a sudden, i was OK with the fact that we die.

and then it occurred to me

once we find something to believe in, that is when death will be OK.