I remember literally being scared to death of death at this age and my parents lack of answers has made it a really touchy topic for me ever since.

DD1 has been asking about death for a while.

I've explained that people die when they're very old.
I've also explained that neither mummy nor her are going to die any time soon because we're far too busy. She seems to be happy with this. I tell her that she's got kindy, then she's got school, mummy's got study, then mummy will get a job etc. etc. I say dying is for people who've done everything they want to do.

She hasn't asked too much about what happens when you die but I think I was just honest and said that no-one knew. Some people believe you go to a place called heaven, some people believed that you came back and some people believed that it was like being asleep.

Actually, I think the "asleep" concept was the one my mum and dad used on me and it really didn't provide me with much peace.