I was pressured by friends and exes before.

I sort of wanted to - when I was at grammar school we had a teacher whose face would shine when she talked of 'god'; & crudely put, I wanted a bit of that - but never had a religious bone in my body; was kicked out of brownies when I didnt go to church parade and was asked to go to a youth club that was also christian and found myself a square peg in a round hole. I don't think I have ever been afraid of death or of other people dying - I think that I have had good experiences of people dying where all the friends of that person come together and celebrate their life spontaneously and joyfully.
Not saying I haven thad poor funeral experience but on the whole not much.

I was pressured by my parents. They didn't attend but dropped us off every week. I think they used church as a baby sitter.