“When the [church] service, which lasted nearly all morning, was finally over, the Ingersoll children were allowed to go home, and ‘if we had been good boys, and the weather was warm, sometimes they would take us out to the graveyard to cheer us up a little. It did cheer me. When I looked at the sunken tombs and the leaning stones, and read the half-effaced inscriptions through the moss of silence and forgetfulness, it was a great comfort.

‘The reflection came to my mind that the observance of the Sabbath could not last always.'”

(Robert Ingersoll, as recounted by Susan Jacoby in “The Great Agnostic”)

This guy could have written for Louis C.K.