During poetry today, our conversation went kind of like this: "Is Edgar Allan Poe dead?" "Well, when was he born?" She looks it up and says "1809". So, thinking 'math', I ask, "How old would he be today?" After some impressive, in-her-head calculation, she answers, "198". Then I reply, "So, do you think he is dead?" :D
Just for the record, he died in 1849.