Rarely will you find such a sterling example of the cretinous minds that fester like rotting mushrooms in the sickly, benevolent glow of Christianity. The preacher is awful: he is visibly reading from his script, and he can’t even do that competently. This is no St John Chrysostom; it’s a stumbling oaf who reads and writes like a pissed-off sixth-grader. The content is predictable, beginning with a few utterly insincere compliments, and descending quickly into gloating over the fact that the ‘deceased’ is now burning horribly in hell. And it ends with Dawkins in effigy, soaked in gasoline, and lit on fire while horrible screams play in the background.
Skip it. These are awful, evil, wretched people living a life of fear and anger.