Jeez. Times like this, you realize death brings out the best and the worst in people. Sometimes you have to forgive, though. People in grief do odd things. The day after my wife's death, I walked in on my father in law going through her things, throwing out random stuff like library cards. I took her purse from his hands and asked him "What are you doing?" As gently as I could. He stared through me and yelled "I'm just trying to help you!" Then a 79 year old man who had survived the London Blutz broke down in front of me.
No, it was not right to put you through that, or to attack (however indirectly) your faith. But they're a bit crazy right now.