When my father died in 2015 he had left his wishes known. He wanted three memorial services. One in Florida where they had lived for the past 25 years or so. We had that service in mom’s church, she is a true believer. If I recall, in my eulogy I believe I mentioned that I believe, at best, dad was an agnostic. He seldom went to church with mom. His last few years I think his upbringing kicked in and I think he was covering his bases by embracing her pastor praying for him.
The second was here in Lancaster for friends and family in the area. That was fairly secular, since I was in charge, just a brief prayer for mom’s sake.
The third was up in his family home area, planned by my cousins. It was a military style funeral, with a gun salute, folding flag ceremony and a lot of religion. We all grieve in our own way and deal with death as we believe. I don’t expect them to follow my lead, but I don’t try to alter theirs.

How horrible to have a solemn event turned into a liar's club.

I had a neighborhood friend who was brought up Jewish. He met a girl and they arranged to get married, but she was Catholic. They set up two ceremonies for each religion. However, the sight of him on his knees in front of the priest, reciting Catholic commitments to God, Jesus and the Holy Ghost made me nauseous. Fortunately, his parents had passed away so that they didn't have to witness his degradation. Truly sickening. Shame on his wife for forcing him to betray his heritage and integrity. He became a lawyer and, at one point, I told him he was well qualified.

My wife and children know that I demand that there be no funeral service for me. I simply want them to scatter my ashes on he bluff of a lake on which I used to fish, while playing the "Ashoken Farewell" on a cell phone

One of my dearest friends got cancer and died in a few weeks. Her brother's entire eulogy was about his attempts to get her to "accept Jesus" before she died. It was grotesque.