"I attended a funeral service for a friend at the Presbyterian church across the street from the old KH I attended. The pastor had Doug in heaven with his dog and fishing gear, camping by a stream, joined by family and friends.
Its religion...."
When my 65-year old neighbour died, the pastor in his funeral service stated that "in my Father's house there are many rooms", so that one room would be filled with Barbie dolls to play with, another one with electric model trains to play with, so my (MALE, 60-year old friend) could play for years with Barbie dolls, then for added years with model trains, and he would never run out of finding new rooms with exiting toys ................
Must have been comforting for his wife and children to hear .....................
Me? I felt ashamed at calling myself a Christian.