It’s a tough thing to do – commemorate my father’s death in an authentic way. My father was an atheist by nature. His only possible belief in God had us all as a great social experiment being conducted by aliens. He thought the aliens probably disapproved of how the experiment was going. I also suspect that he felt the aliens shared his dark sense of humor, and were probably laughing their asses off at us.
That was my dad.
They say prayer is for the prayer.