There are just so *many* Christians in America that the relatively small percentage who are over the top are enough to be a regular annoyance to some of us who don't share their faith.

Most cultural Christians don't even notice it, you are sensitized to something that's more or less ubiquitous and yeah I notice it too, they are anything but subtle and particularly so when they think they are trying to be subtle.

Some honestly think they're going to help you. Others expect to be accepted because, well, Christianity! And then there are the clueless and arrogant ones.

Regardless, its pretty damn irritating.

....basically your sister thinks her mother's death is all about herself.

This happens a lot with many people.

But yes, she thought my mother's death was all about herself. She's gone now too and I was decent enough to go to her funeral 100 miles away in College Station and speak to my cousins I don't really talk to and offer condolences. And not mention religion at all.

and everyone agrees with each other. A dead guy from the Judea of 2,000 years ago coming back to life seems absolutely reasonable to them because they've been indoctrinated with this ridiculous myth since day 1. They have no idea that to a lot of people it sounds exactly as moronic as "a monster swallows the sun at night" or or "Zeus throws lightning bolts" or "Mohammad rode a winged horse to Heaven."

The Internet, however, has shown some of these people that not only does not everyone believe in their nonsense, a lot of people think it is just plain fucking stupid. And they are PISSED OFF that their monopoly on acceptable beliefs has been dented.

Well, more accurately right after. She pulled me close so our foreheads were touching, and at the peak of the worst grief I have ever experienced, lectured me about how I need Jesus in my life.

I know she meant well, but you can kill a mosquito on my face with a 2x4 and still mean well.

That always rankles me

My dad was literally in his last hours -- had made peace with it and found a place of strength. Then my cousin the bible thumper came to visit, filled him up with thoughts of sin and eternal damnation, and then left. My father died later that night, after spending hours weeping in terror like a lost child. That cousin died a year or so later. I almost wished I was able to believe in hell, so I could picture him in it.

I hate people who are religious and think it's their right and responsibility to make me religious too.