J: Grandpa, can you talk to someone who is dead?
G: Yes. You just need to have the right service, and the right phone. And the dead need to have that too.
J: So you can.
G: Well, not really.
J: How come?
G: Well, we are waiting for you to build the phone and start the service.
J: Can I get started now?
G: Never a better moment than now.
J: How do I do it?
G: You'll just need to start at the beginning. But why do you want to talk to the dead?
J: I want to tell them what I want for Christmas.
G: Oh. You know that the Buddha wasn't interested is such matters. He thought that we had enough to do with the living.
J: But what did he know. Did he have Christmas?
G: You have a point there, smarty!
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