When I was quite young, maybe 12, I was working one side of the street while another sister worked the other side of the street. In my ignorance, I went up to a house with a white wreath thinking it was merely decoration and knocked. I started my presentation and was quickly cut off. The guy said, "Can't you see this white wreath? Don't you know there was a death in this family?" I said I hadn't realized that was what the wreath was for. The guy continued to berate me, so I did what as a 12 year old at the time I thought was best, offer him a tract on dead loved ones. Boy was that the wrong thing to do. He threw it at me and slammed the door. After that I never even thought about approaching someone with the tract. When they urged those to visit cemetaries or write families in obits. I just knew I couldn't.