My great grandmother wasn't a terribly religious person, but towards the end of days, she decided it would be prudent to go to church. She picked one of the fi

My great grandmother wasn't a terribly religious person, but towards the end of days, she decided it would be prudent to go to church. She picked one of the fire and brimstone sort, and Harry Potter was the subject of their intense ire. She wouldn't talk about it, even when prompted. Our sense was that she was seeking some sort of closure in going to church; it didn't matter much what they had to say.