Twentythree

The rock skipped across the surface of the lake four times before dying heroically with a plop.

"Where do you think they go?"

"Duh, under the water."

"But after that?"

"I don't know, sinks to the bottom?"

"And after that?"

"Probably lays there forever, and no one will see it again."

"Oh."

The boy thought for a few moments. "You mean like grandpa?"