Answer:
Without a bridle or a saddle across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride by help of me though almost blind are made to see.
My first two letters say my name. My last letter asks a question. What I embrace I destroy.
The more you take away the bigger I get. What am I?
I stink in living but when dead smells good.
This guy crossed a road and everyone wants an explanation.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.