We did.
We used to call them "Memorial Saints". They were the fringe members, the fallen away, the disfellowshipped, those who had their own private pipeline to Jehovah, Bible studies, good-will, disinterested husbands, delinquent kids, prophets, lunatics and Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
In short, all the weirdo's that could be mustered together on just one night of the year. But it got the numbers up. I gave my Mum a ring tonight, she had her Holy Voice on and was getting prepared to be filled with spiritual wonderment.
Me?
I'm going up the pub. That's much more normal IMHO.
Englishman.