Uh, have you ever seen black people at a funeral? They tend to be much more joyful and celebratory of the person, rather than somber and sad. To my knowledge, all of the black poeple I have witnessed at funerals and/or times of mourning/illness have been christians, as African Americans tend to profess the joy for their faith as boisterously as they do their love for the person.
Not to make a stereotype or anything, just my experience in a nursing home. And, incidentaly, the only ray of sunshine at my grandfather's funeral was his black buddy from dialysis, Roger, who kissed grandpa's dead forehead, made sure he had plenty of coke in the coffin, and instantly volunteered to be a pallbearer when we were one short. Too bad all the stuffy old white people were busy with that "mourning" business- my mom (being the home health nurse, she was probably the only one aptly equipped to approach a black guy without a "hairspray"-esque fear) had to tell him to tone it down.
Incidently, when my mom died, I mourned, and still mourn, and I don't even believe in God. Hm. Go figure, Ron was right.