They come to my UK door looking self conscious and awkward. They offer me tracts and scuffle away. I don't give much away but last time a male and female presented themselves, I told them:
"My father was a die hard JW. He believed that he was going to live forever. Guess what he's dead. Do you know what he said to me before he died? Nothing! He refused to talk to me because I didn't believe he was going to live forever.
They offered their condolences and scurried away faster than a white rabbit who is late for a very important date. I took a sip of amber liquid from a bottle marked, 'do not share,' and went for a walk with my walrus.