[[A girl and her father are putting away Lego bricks.]]
Father: When you take apart a Lego house and mix the pieces into the bin, where does the house go?
Girl: It's in the bin.
Father: No, those are just pieces. They could become spaceships or trains. The house was an arrangement. The arrangement doesn't stay with the pieces and it doesn't go anywhere else. It's just gone.
[[The girl, older, is standing at a desk. She's holding a couple of Lego bricks.]]
[[The girl looks at the bricks.]]
[[She checks off a box next to the words "Organ Donor" on something on the desk.]]
{{Title text: Dad, where is Grandpa right now?}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
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