Here's a picture of my mom putting in her ear phones for her father, my late grandfather during his last moments in the hospital.
I hope it is not too morbid an image for you.
My mom was playing Christian worship songs for him to hear.
She wanted him to accept Christ in his life before he went.
My grandfather by then, was totally incoherent. He was mostly in a fitful sleep. We all knew it was a matter of time.
Yet, my mom bravely went ahead anyway.
She would confidently tell me later that she was really happy because she heard my grandfather saying he accepted Christ. Apparently he muttered out the word God in his dialect.
I would relay this to my uncle casually later and he was like, "Ah, I think when you know you're about to go, you'd accept anything."
The point of this story is to not create debate or anything like that.
Just look at the picture above. Now go hug your mother.