Last Saturday my wife was making cake for a funeral in our ward. Our neighbor had died after a long battle with cancer. My wife tried to explain this to our 3 year old who is always by her side when she’s making cookies or cake. After the cake was in the oven we made lunch and our daughter said the prayer. Now this is really sad and I don’t think my daughter fully grasps the concept of death, sadness, and grief, but we had to smile and shake our heads at her innocence when she said, “I thank thee that the lady died so we can make cake.”