My husband and I were watching something about Steve Jobs the other night and he said (in the interview) that when he realized he was going to die, he started believing in G*d again.
I said, "There are no atheists in Foxholes or Labor rooms." (Something I say a lot, women tend to pray and scream their deity during labor. A lot.) My Man didn't miss a beat and said, "And in Rent By the Hour Motels."
"What?" I said.
He just looked at me and said, "Oh G*d, Oh G*d, Oh G*d, Oh G*d!"
Then he said, "You should hear yourself, Women. Jeez."