Can I have your pink shoes when you die, Mom?

Heidi, lately, has seemed to have a little obsession with death. She keeps asking questions about it and keeps telling me that she doesn't want to die yet... and that she doesn't want to grow up. She has asked me questions about when are her grandmas going to die... and when am I going to die.... and where we go when we die. She has told me that she doesn't want to die and go to see Jesus. My mom said that when I was her age I had an obsession with death for a while after I saw Charlotte (the spider from the movie Charlotte's Web) die. She said that I cried and cried after she died. I guess Heidi is just going through that stage now where she is just learning about what death means. She brings the topic up almost every day lately. Yesterday, though... I thought it was funny when we were just playing upstairs in the playroom (and not even talking about anything that had to do with the subject of death)... She asked me "Can I have your pink shoes when you die, Mom?" We both have matching pink crocks (the cheap fake ones from Target). I don't think she is going to really want them 50 - 70 years or so from now (which is about when I might actually die).