The last Memorial talk I went to was given by a Bethelite that our hall paid to have flown in from NY to the west coast. If I hadn't already known what he was talking about....I wouldn't have had a clue as to what the whole thing was about. Mispronunciations, momotone voice, ramblings that seemed to lead nowhere. There were two 19/20 year old girls sitting in front of me that were visitors invited by someone in our Cong. During exceptionally muddled portions of the talk,they would look at eachother quizzically and shrug their shoulders. I knew they were completly baffeled by the whole thing. As I said, I would have been too, had I not been a life long JW. I leaned over to my wife and asked her if she could follow what he was saying. She normally would never say anything negative about anything done at the Hall but this time I could tell she was starting to see something different about this religion we had been raised in.
Afterward the Sister these girls came with , started taking flash photos of them holding her grandbaby and making a big deal out of it being the baby's first memorial as if it was a milestone in his life. I remember the sisters always dressing up, some with hats, long dresses and wearing corsages etc. 2000 plus years later, the wine and the bread are still being passed around to an audience that doesn't take any of it. It struck me as how odd the whole thing was. At the same time our DF'd son who was diagnosed with cancer a few weeks after being DF'd, was going through Chemotherapy and was sitting by us sick as a dog, his thick head of hair gone and his Mom and I not sure if this would be his last Memorial or if he would survive. 200+ people who he had known since his birth were shunning him with all their might while celebrating Jesus death and ransom for our sins. It was the last straw for me....I knew there was something really wrong with this arrangement. It took his Mom another two years before she could loose the supersticion about missing the Memorial that had been part of our indoctrination since birth. She has dropped it completly and has adjusted so well unlike me who is still mourning somewhat, the years I lost and the hurt for having trusted for so long.