A neighbour’s child is apparently going through a phase of asking if various incredibly grisly deaths “would hurt”. This was my favourite iteration.
No, it wouldn’t hurt
If you flew into the sun.
Because you’d be dead.
You’d have been burned up
Before you got anywhere
Near the sun’s surface
Well dear, you did ask.
Now off into bed with you.
Night night, pleasant dreams!
Tom Juniper Poetry 