Well, Marni, there is a reason (actually several) I moved back to the northeast. I always felt slightly out of sync with most of the people around me. Not my friends, grant you, but at work, this came up a lot. Plus the fact, I taught in a school district that was primarily, at that point, comprised of students from one particular religion. One that proselytizes.
Here, I am just another person. But your story reminds me of something that happened to my parents a long time ago. I was 7 and my mom had a preterm delivery of twins; given the fact it was 1960, they both died shortly after birth. A priest came to my mom's room and asked if the "babies' souls could be baptized, so they would go to heaven." Now, this was not at a Catholic hospital and I am sure they knew my parents were not Catholic. I don't think that I have ever seen my dad so angry. I know this wouldn't happen today, but, the insensitivity of that incident has stayed with me all of these years.