Thunder, a cupboard, heaven and a train

Bielet is always startled by the loud roars of thunder, so I took to telling her that it is just a big noise, like someone from heaven throwing a cupboard down.
It was something I read before. From an Enid Blyton book, if I'm not mistaken.
And I told her lightning is like the flash from a camera as someone snaps a picture.

A couple of weeks ago, as a sudden groan of thunder rumbled boisterously by the window and caused her to jump, I repeated my cupboard from heaven story.

Bielet nodded and said quietly,
"Aunty Wendy gone to heaven. Aunty Wendy throw cupboard from heaven."
So I replied, "Yes. Aunty Wendy has gone to heaven. Umm, I'm not so sure she's the one throwing the cupboard though."
She continued thoughtfully, "Aunty Wendy gone heaven, Mama cry."
To which my response was, "Don't worry, sweetheart, Mama won't cry anymore."
And lastly in conclusion, she told me, "Aunty Wendy gone heaven in choo-choo train."

I suppose that's what the casket looked like to an innocent 2yo.
In the short period that we stood there in the viewing gallery, watching the casket make its way to the furnace, Bielet somehow understood that we were sending Aunty Wendy off on her final journey.
She understood why everyone was sad and crying. (As I cradled her, she kept patting me and calling out softly in a concerned tone, "Mama?")
And she somehow figured out in her funny little mind that the mode of transportation to heaven is a train, because the casket was moving by itself (due to the mechanised system, of course).

Thunder, a cupboard, heaven and a train.
Never would have thought about it that way. A child's imagination never seizes to amaze me, while the innocence within always warms my heart.

Is this what Bielet envisions?