So I told him. I told him that Stay-Forever was dead. Instead of tears I got an incredulous look and a, "No he's not, Mommy. He's just sleeping." Reading the story of Jesus raising Jarius' daughter last night was not helpful.
Then again, Sam could be right. A few of you sent me messages saying that Stay-Forever could be gearing up to make a cocoon. Perhaps, but I'm not holding my breath.
In the meantime, we'll keep an eye out for any signs of transformation--either into a butterfly or dust to dust.