Gleek wanted to meet the guy who did the Fantasia music. She figured he must be pretty cool, since he got to be in a movie.
I had to break the news to her that he was dead. She was very worried, until I explained to her that he wrote that music hundreds of years ago, and lived to be really old. She was still disappointed, but is also pretty secure in our shared religious beliefs.
“I will just see him when we all come back.” And off she went to play.
Yeah. His is one of the hands I’d like to shake, too. But I expect there will be a line.