God is not a personal entity who cares about such things.

I used to work late in New York city almost daily and get an office limo to reach home after work. One of my favorite discussions with limo drivers was about how long they had been driving, how had New York changed now since then, where were they from etc. I met different people from a Russian neurologist to someone who worked for JFK.

One of them was a man who told me that he was rescued from Auschwitz in 1943 when he was 13, he went home in Poland only to see there was no home and none of his family. He escaped to Western Europe in a merchant ship and finally came to the U.S. in 1945.

I said thank God, you survived and made it here safe. He shot back...... What God? There is no God. If there was God, how could he let 2 million children die like that (in German concentrations camps)?

I still remember his face, the night, how I saw the traffic outside the taxi window etc. It was in 1996.

I doubt it. "God" thinks I'm an asshole.....

The question must be asked what has god got to go with dying?