Got sort of R. Crumbish on this one, didn't I? Hey, nothing wrong with that. After all, he's a God. A flawed God, maybe, but isn't that exactly what we all are? As the author of "Denial of Death" wrote, Man is the God who shits. Our consciousness has given us delusions of grandeur and eternity, and yet we're painfully aware that we're decaying. That's what's so funny about a man in a top hat sprawling in a mud puddle.