"Grandpop's teeth didn't look like that."
"How do you know?"
"Because mom always said you got his teeth. Do your teeth look like that?"
"Maybe after they'd been in the ground for fifty years."
"Not even. Look at the length of them."
"No, teeth keep growing after you die."
"That's nails, dummy. And they have to be attached still. You think teeth keep growing if they're just loose like this?"
"Who can say?"
"You know who would know?"
"Yeah, but she can't exactly tell us, now can she?"
"Well, she'd know for sure."
"Grandma's probably the one who did it anyway."
"You shouldn't say such things."
"There's some bone over here. See this?"
"That could be anybody's."
"Looks like someone's head exploded or something."
"Anyway, we can't be messing around out here all day. There's corn to plant. Just put them in a