The effects of smoking on man-in-the-moon marigolds

A brief exchange with my nephew Danny this week went like this:

Danny: "You know if you smoke you're gonna die."

Me: "Oh, really? What happens then?"

Danny: (shrugs) "You go to Heaven."

Me: "Oh, o.k. Cool."

(Of course, at some point he'll probably hit me with the whole "Hell" thing, and then I'll have to find another tactic...)

(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn't I.)