I am as scared of death as I am scared of before I was born.
(hint: not at all)
I don't need a cuddly old guy welcoming me to heaven to make me feel perfectly OK with the precarious nature of existence. I'm sure it'd help
some, though, just not me. My only problem is that logic and reasoning can help just as much, and they don't rely on lying to people to make them
feel better.