@Dutchess_III, My first husband and I were reared in what I now call a cult, but it was all we knew. He started figuring things out long before I did and quit going to their services. They consigned him to hell, until he was killed, then they made stupid statements and “prayed him right out of hell and into heaven.” They were being ignorant jerks, and I was able to see through the lie, finally starting to put a litany of other fakery together as well. I was so angry.
The funeral had to be in that church, because most of the family were members, so I used the suit as a statement. It was probably wasted, because I doubt they were able to “get it.”
But his true friends were there filling that church to standing room only, and I fear it hurt them. His whole family, of course, was there, and they may have been hurt. My husband had been his whole family’s “favorite son,” the one they knew would do great things, the one most loved, the one who died so young. I wish, for their sakes, that I hadn’t done that. <groan>