Inverted taiL's room

Death is the natural outcome of life. Everybody dies at least once in life. And yet for something so common, we are curiously inept to deal with it. I am sure there are dozens of explanations as to why is that. Our own fear of death or the unknown. our fear of being left alone, the psychological adjustment we have to make and many many more. We rationalize it, ignore it, belittle it, and then it hits us in the face. Life is so fragile. And short. And you may never get a second chance. All this sounds like such a new-age crap.
To what god  god-less people pray? Do they pray at all? Why? And more importantly how? the notion of god is so common throughout the human culture. Is it a relic from times past when the humanity was still one small community? Are fear of death and fear of god somehow internally interconnected in our shadowed past?  Did we lose our faith in the process of learning how to defy death and prolong life?
Today, I discovered that I have normal moments, during which I respond to reality in a similar fashion to what is considered "normal" This was a surprise and I am not sure I like it