My brother and his wife lived in Anchorage for a few years. Once the weather was decent and the daylight lasted more than four hours, a lot of Inuits would move an old couch outside and place it by the road. The families would wave at cars and talk to passerby. Winter is not much fun there.
Many many years ago, there was a Twilight Zone episode with the premise that how one lived one’s life determined the framework of their afterlife. The hero was an accountant who died, and continued to be one after death. Grim.
What part of speech is “God”, if not a noun? Just because you don’t believe in the existence of something doesn’t mean it hasn’t a name. Think monsters, fairies, demons, leprechauns and so on. Yours is a specious argument.
I wonder why so many people are obsessed with the sex lives of fictional characters.