"So and so wouldn't have wanted you to be upset...." those words have echoed in the ears of many, appropriately dressed in black attire, and paying their dues to a loved one, or even just an acquaintance. Whatever the case, most people follow the norms created in their society, in the event that someone they know happens to die. Whether it is a celebration of their life, or a means of gathering together in order to support and help one another, people will find a way to agree on an accepted, appropriate way of burying the dead. The most common and universal idea, of course, is God.
             The need for security and comfort is understandable when people begin to near death. The harsh reality of a once youthful and lively body decaying into nothing sounds quite unappealing, to say the least. The fact that the mind, once full of vivid ideas, thoughts and intelligence will one day deteriorate to a clump of bacteria beyond resemblance of anything it was once before, is hard to digest. It is in Man's nature to question the metaphysical world around him. It is also in his nature to believe that there is someone always taking care of him. Since Man was a baby, he has held onto this belief and integrated it into his own children. He has accomplished this by creating Santa Clause, The Easter Bunny and all kinds of other mythological creatures, depending on your ethnic background. Unfortunately, God is no different than these falsehoods, according to James Fenton, as he clearly shows in his poem, "God, A Poem." Fenton lays the sarcasm on pretty thick, as he pokes fun at one the most serious of subjects. His
             poem is probably considered offensive to the closed minded religious fundamentalists, but either humorous or enlightening to the open minded, non – judgmental, objective types. Either way, Fenton wraps up the answer to a question that has plagued Mankind for centuries in eight mere stanzas. H...