I have not read anyone's response. So, here is what *I* thought:
As a JW kid I had some mean-ass relatives. Seriously. They were not the nicest people. I always (as a brain-dead JW) thought living forever would be fun, as long as I was perfect and looked like one of the gals on TV or in a magazine. You know--smokin'. Otherwise, what was the point?
On to the Resurrection and my mean-ass relatives. None of them were worthy of being resurrected in my opinion. And I was a kid. I was less than 18 years old and I realized that if *I* were God Jehovah, I would pass on them. They were pieces of shit.
So, why would I want them resurrected? Why would I want to live forever with a bunch of mean SOBs? Forever is a long time and spending forever with people you saw on weekends and on holidays seemed like forever in hell.
That started my downward spiral to being an Apostate. Seriously. I never thought any of them, or many in the KH we attended deserved to be resurrected.
So, when I left and faded, I didn't worry about that. I was never *Comforted* by it and when I hear my mother and aunts talk about it now, honestly, I want to throw up and tell them that So and So was a POS and God wouldn't resurrect them if he had a gun to his head.
Just my opinion.