Yep, sounds like Splane. And it's common among GB 2.0 to think that everything can be "fixed" with some nutrageous soundbite. I could imagine him reasoning with grieving parents, "So sorry to hear that your child died from refusing blood. But look on the bright side, your child is waiting for you in paradise, and now you and your wife have plenty of free time to pioneer. So pull yourself up by your bootstraps and get busy so you don't feel sad."
Special events like this grew increasingly lame. There would be so much speculation about some revelation beforehand, and then it was just much ado about nothing. Well, except that there were contributions needed to cover the expenses, and everybody had to bend over backward to please "Christ's brothers". And I suppose people were lined up after the program to shake his hand like he's the freakin' pope.
"His first major point was that no one needs to go to college or university."
He sure didn't need any kind of education. Splane was just another Gilead graduate out of the crowd of mindless drones... except he "discovered" he was "anointed" by nibbling the crackers and sipping the wine with a straight face. Then all the doors opened for him. He kissed the right asses and wowed the crowds in English and French. And this WT gig is all he's got. If the cult collapsed, he'd be unskilled and unemployed.