It made me think of one childhood belief I had. The first funeral I ever went to as a small child I was told the deceased went to heaven. Yet there he was in the coffin.
Well, I studied the situation. Only the top half of the coffin was open, and there was a cloth draped in the coffin so I couldn't see down toward the legs.
So my childhood thinking process went something like this:
Hmm, he went to heaven, but yet he is right here. Wait, I don't see his legs. Ah! The soul must be in the legs, and it's the bottom half of a person that goes to heaven.