In desiring from the beginning to die like a man he gained nothing but a caricature of manhood, giving everything to fruitless fictions of humankind. In desiring to die to attain heaven he attained all things. Caricatures die in the face of death, and manhood without Christ within is just a caricature and a story we tell. The dying man is better suited for a bad film than anything else. Death doesn’t need your manhood, nor does God demand it. He demands your humility, your yielding, and your holiness. The acceptability or virtuousness of manhood of an atheist is that he may face obstacles for others or even slowly become a believer in attempting to pursue an end. In the face of death, the final test, neither does society demand his manhood, rendering it a comical and meaningless act, nor does God. Self sacrifice is what one ought to seek in death, not an odd film based and caricatured virility. It’s like trying to travel across the ocean with a scooter and thinking it’s really powerful. You need a boat or a plane, nay, just try swimming. For that’s what a man of God would do.