I've always been tolerant of people's religions, until my grandma died. She was always a very religious woman, but never in the shove-it-down-your-throat kind of way. At her funeral it seemed like the pastor had no idea who she was and didn't care at all. For two hours everyone had to sing gospels with lyrics that meant nothing more than 'i am nothing and i shouldnt ever dare to try and be my own person because god owns me and i am a selfish asshole' and listen to HORRIBLE parts of the bible that basically stated that you should be ashamed to live for yourself because the only reason you are alive is to serve the lord. And then they walked around with the cash collection basket. At a funeral.