I went to a funeral today for an elderly relative who was very active in the church all her life. It was the first Christian funeral I'd ever been to and I was somewhat naively surprised at how much the minister talked about God and Jesus and how little he talked about my relative.
He did discuss her and said some lovely, lovely things and I can see how the things he said about religion would be of comfort to you if you believed. But I don't, so it really meant nothing to me and I kept wishing he would talk more about her. It was the service she would've wanted though.
I would like to have that sort of comfort, in believing in the power of prayers and that there is a heaven and someone looking out for me and my family, but I just don't. I'm somewhat envious of those who do.