When my father was dying, we had a very sincere chaplain that was doing her best to "minister" to us. We smiled nervously, nodded a bit. She finally got around to asking us what sort of spiritual advisor we wanted, telling us very earnestly that they could find a representative of any religion under the sun for whatever last rites my father wanted.
I couldn't take it any more and told her "It's hard to find a priest for a family of athiests." She smiled, stammered a bit and went away.
My father (had he been able) would have slugged her rather than be subject to any mumbo-jumbo rites. That man was a
strong athiest.