Answer:
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
I'm a god. I'm a planet. I measure heat.
It is an arctic double breasted formal wear.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.
Why is the letter B always cool?