A childhood belief about people

I remember going to a good deal of funerals when I was little, and knew clear and well that the people in these 'big shiny boxes with pretty blankets'- were not going to get up and make people stop crying, no one in my family explained 'death' to me, so I basically had to teach myself.

Cruel as it sounds I never cared about the body that was in the boxes I always wonder what came out of them, you see I had my own little concept of 'soul and spirit' but since I was a child I never knew what each was (in a specific sense), but I did know there was something, and that the body wasn't important at that time.

When I was 12 my brother died and I never cried at his funeral, I still had/have that belief that it wasn't him in the coffin he was/is somewhere else- a good place. ^_^

i miss him a lot