Whilst flat sitting one stormy night, I heard a scraping in the kitchen. I rose from the settee and crept thru' the dark hallway into the kitchen, flicking on the light switch I saw a battered, bloody and rotting body, my nostrils caught the foul stench just as I fainted.

Gods need mortals to believe in them or they die, if gods die are they not mortal, and if they are mortal...why then do we call them gods??.