We (in Canada) have just had our federal elections.  We had a few “election” words tossed around.  Now, in our city, we begin municipal elections - for the city counselors, and the mayor.  We are all in the car, and Megan, our loud one, is talking.  Loudly.  We pass a giant sign telling us to vote for a candidate for mayor.  Like demanding it would ever influence a vote. Our reader reads it out loud to the rest of us.  Loudly.  And, not to be outdone, our preschooler informs us:

That means he’s going to die.