Well I live in a little Texan town with more churches than brain cells. When we first moved here people didn't know us and wanted to try and get us to join their church. At least once a week we'd have some well dressed, book-toting, pushy, Christ-o-matic waltz up our driveway and ask us if we'd accepted Jesus into our hearts.
Well, being my family they made the mistake of addressing, we couldn't sit idly by and act courteous to those coming onto our property (Our house isn't exactly near the road) and pushing their beliefs on us. Especially after we'd nicely declined but would see the same person maybe a month after.
Finally I got so fed up that once when I answered the door and they said "Do you know where you'll be going when you die?" I said "Yes, I fucking do, do you want me to show you?"
I was rewarded with wide eyes and an offensive gasp.
They never came back, nor did any religious solicitors. Sweet, peaceful, isolation.