My grandmother, bless her tiny, uneducated, bigoted, soul, once told me that the most terrible (pronounced ter
- ible) thing she ever saw was the death of an atheist. My grandparents had a friend who was an atheist. When he was dying, in the hospital, they went and spent his last hours on earth, trying to save his soul from damnation in hell. They prayed, admonished, begged, pleaded, and cajoled him to accept Jesus Christ as his savior and lord. And I have always thought about this poor guy, laying there dying, with his friends making his last few hours on earth, a living hell, and I thought: Yes, indeed, it was a terrible thing.