During one of those browser free-association moments, I found myself staring at the
Mormon.org website. That's the focus for their proselyting efforts on the Web.
Here's something that really curdled my cream.

What's the Point of Having a Family If It All Ends at Death?
I wanted to have a family but wondered what would be the point of having one, if it all ended at death.
I wanted a sandwich, but wondered, "What's the
point of having a sandwich if it's just going to end when I've eaten the sandwich?"
This is something I've heard from a number of believers: if life doesn't go on forever, then life is just some cosmic joke with no purpose.
I harbour no illusions that my family relations will last forever, since no one's ever provided evidence of a world beyond. Nevertheless, I see a great deal of point in having a family. I get to have good people in my life. I get to raise a couple of good men for the next generation of humankind. We have good talks. My beloved and I get to live together happily, right now. That's worth something, even if it doesn't last forever.
Life is
cool. There's so much to enjoy: get-togethers with people we love, good food, books, music. And sadness and frustration. A whole universe of wonder and discovery. And for this creep to sit there and say 'What's the point?' is a kind of petulance bordering on ingratitude.