someone drank a glass of morbid juice this morning

phone convo this morning with my sister while we drove to work:

jamie: ...so i called the post office and they said to contact my mailman.
me: like you even know who that is.
jamie: yeah, i just remember tom (our childhood mailman).
me: oh yeah, i remember him.
jamie: didn't he die?
me: uhh, i don't know.
jamie: oh wait, i'm thinking of mr. rogers. he died.
me: oh funny you brought that up actually. remember mr. peppermint?
jamie: yeah, he died.
me: he did? i didn't know that. anyway, you remember his little puppet?
jamie: did he die too?

minutes later....

jamie: did michael jackson die or did i just dream that?
me: no, he did not as far as i know. you must have dreamed that.
jamie: hmm, and i was all about to google him when i got to work. some celebrity died though, right? i feel like i heard something.
me: um, ann richards, former governor?
jamie: ohhh she died?
me: yeah...
jamie: i also dreamed that i died, but it turned out a little boy did instead.
me: what is going on in your subconscious?

important note: this conversation was uncharacteristic, thus the humor. she's a pretty normal girl usually. :)