I don’t believe in afterlife, but my six year old son does. This is a typical conversation with him (keep in mind he’s autistic and finds some concepts difficult to comprehend)
Son: How many more for me be 100?
Me: 94 years.
Son? How many more me be 104?
Me: after 100? 4.
Son: will I be old? Will I die? Then I be 0 again? Then 1?
Me: well, no. Have a cracker.
Son: WHY DON’T YOU ANSWER ME? I die 104. I be baby again. How many more to be 104 again?
Kid thinks it goes round and round.
Anywho... carry on
Son: How many more for me be 100?
Me: 94 years.
Son? How many more me be 104?
Me: after 100? 4.
Son: will I be old? Will I die? Then I be 0 again? Then 1?
Me: well, no. Have a cracker.
Son: WHY DON’T YOU ANSWER ME? I die 104. I be baby again. How many more to be 104 again?
Kid thinks it goes round and round.
Anywho... carry on

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