Respond and ask.

Why do good people die so young...?

Because the treacherous rope snaps across the turbulent boundary between fantasy and reality, just as friendly support crumbles... A gaze into the bottomless sky, fear in the soul, a weak cry of "no, Jess, help," a short fall, a thud. Crimson, forgotten darkness. :smile05: And who knows – maybe it's a new, wonderful world...

Why haven't you watched "Bridge to Terabithia" yet?