You know... This reminds me of a conversation my sister and I had once.
Let me share with you that story.
A few years back, my sister and I had gotten into a conversation about censorship, in particular children's media, and how they don't like to depict death. Now it's important to note that before this conversation, I had been talking about how "tummy" was such a juvenile word that if anyone said it earnestly in a sentence, they could not be taken seriously. That said, we wound up watching a movie (I don't quite remember what) with a bunch of nameless characters dying in a war. With that word fresh in my mind, I found myself staring at the crumbling wall that was my self restraint, leaned over to her, and said, "Don't worry, they just have tummy aches." I am more than certain that I shortened my sister's life span that day due to the intensity in which she laughed from hearing such a statement.
We've referred to death as tummy aches ever since.
And before you ask, YES, I did once refer to death as a tummy ache at a real life funeral! I might be a bad person...