A Father: My boy, listen to me. I’ve brought you to this grave to teach something.
Boy: Yes, dad. What is it?
A Father: This man you see here tormented me all my life. But he was not a hypocrite because then he’d be like the Pharisees.
Boy: You mean the ones that killed Jesus Christ?
A Father: Yes. He was not like them, for that would be saying too much. He was a clown.
Boy: Can I spit on his grave?
A Father: yes, of course. You know why?
Boy: Why?
A Father: Because you beat him. You were born through me and won the victory of life, and now he’s dead.
Boy: We can pee on it together, dad.
A Father: Yes, we can.