Seems like over most of my life most my friends and colleagues were Jewish and Catholic. My Catholic friends have lit many a candle on my behalf. The Jews wished me well but alas no candle burning. When in Korea in 1953 the Catholic Chaplain saw the St Christopher that I was wearing and asked why I didn't go to Mass. When I told him I wasn't Catholic he invited me to attend some classes. I did, but drove every body crazy with all my questions and I discontinued going. I would make a lousy Catholic any way, but the one thing that I always thought was pretty cool is RITUAL. Genuflecting, crossing one's self. Incense Pots, Holy Water containers etc. After all, aren't all the Fraternal & Sorority organizations imbued with ritual? Hell--even Politics has it's rituals. The one thing that comforts me and gives me peace of mind, and will right up to the day I draw my last breath, is knowing I had all these believers praying, burning candles etc. on my behalf.