Then, of course, there's my fake bravado religious tune, as I'm one of those folks who's a devout Agnostic.... right up until there's severe turbulence at 38,000 feet at 500 mph, or when life has taken too much of whatever curveball of a drug and is clearly out of control... Giving credibility to the old adage that there are no Atheists (or Agnostics?) in a fox hole.