I recently went to my Aunt’s Catholic Funeral and the priest took an hour off molesting the altar boys to give the mass. Part of this consisted of a facile homily, saying the usual tosh of she’s gone to a better place and we’ll all meet up together later in the after-life and live happily for all eternity.

I don’t know about you guys but much as I love my family the thought of spending all eternity with them is not at all pleasant. Christmas Day is a stretch!

I want to spend the Afterlife chatting to Ghandi, Newton, Einstein and Trump (ok, he’s got less chance than me being there, but you get my point).

This alone seems reason enough not to believe.