As we were leaving the funeral home this afternoon, my daughter Elizabeth (age 3) announced she had arrived at a solution to the death of her grandmother: that we should go to Disneyland and get her father a new mother. She said she thought she had "a really very good idea."

After strapping the kids in their car seats, I went back into the funeral home for a moment to see why David hadn't come out yet. When I came back to the car, Elizabeth looked grim. She said, "Peter says it wouldn't work."