How big a factor is the fear of death in fueling human religiosity? When I hear people say, about a deceased person, things like, "She's with Jesus now." or "She and her beloved Johnny are together again in heaven." I want to wring their f'in necks! I overhead my own cousin tell her dying mother, "Let go, Mom . . . Go be with Dickie (my aunt's deceased son) and Daddy. They're waiting for you." Will most people say and do anything to ease the sting of death?