Shortly before I was "recruited" my grandfather had died on xmas eve. The funeral was held between xmas and New Year and we sang xmas carols. That was weird for a start.
The vicar spent 5 minutes telling us how my grandad was at peace with god up in heaven and then spent the next half hour telling us all the things we would have to do to get there ourselves. Knowing my grandad did none of what we were supposedly required to do but with plenty of reassurance that he was safely up there got me thinking. The sister I was studying with had a field day when I told her.
They don't see it.