My sister's MIL passed. The funeral was today. I thought it would never be over. Started at 11. First words out of the Baptist minister's mouth? "The funeral directors told me to take all the time I wanted. That's a bad thing to say to a preacher."
Two plus hours later we adjourn to the parking lot, after at least a hundred 'subtle' reminders that to see her again would mean that we had 'accepted Jesus as Personal Savior' or substance thereof. Then another half hour at the cemetery. The preacher at the cemetery ended with 'Just remember that you can be there with Carol too, if you believe/accept/trust/ Jesus/God/Holy Spirit. '
By halfway thru this I was begging to be Transfigured to a new location, or just killed by a bombing leftist to end my misery.
The celebration of her life was actually cool. Something I never experienced with Jw funerals. But Jw's never topped this recruiting effort. Of course they were recruiting more generally, whereas Jw's are more specific recruiters. Still, it reminded me of why religion is so demented in my mind.
I wanted to stand up and shout "Please prove to me the text you are quoting as truth, really is truthful and factual in these matters." But, good little Agnostic that I am, I just bit my lip.