It was cloudy in Maryland the day we left for Hawaii. We boarded the plane, took off, and ascended above the clouds. Then Owen remembered something that Evie had said earlier that day. He threw up his window shade and searched the cloud cover outside...
Owen (in an angry voice): Where's Jesus?! I want to see Jesus!
Me: You have to die first, buddy.
Owen: I want to die!
(There is a huge background story leading up to this that I won't even attempt to abridge. Obviously, it's not the end of it either.)