I know this is kind of random, but L's account of attending a Lutheran funeral got me thinking about Lutherans. My mother is a very lapsed Lutheran from a very Lutheran family -- so Lutheran in fact that her father and her grandfather and all her uncles and most of her male cousins are Lutheran ministers or missionaries or church administrators. Having been raised virtually godless, I always felt a weird kind of culture shock to interact with relatives who refer to "the Lord" in casual conversation, or use the abbreviation PK (as in "We're PKs -- preacher's kids!") or send out letters with letterhead proclaiming that "The Lord Has Risen!"
To a person though, my relatives seem to have a good sense of humor, including a good sense of humor about being Lutheran (at least those my mother's generation and younger). I guess you have to have a good sense of humor if your religious denomination is named after a man who had regular visions of demons throwing feces at him (or scheiss in the original German). My mother tells me that they didn't teach her that part in Sunday school.
I have particularly enjoyed discovering this site Old Lutheran -- The Center for Lutheran Pride (but not too proud). I bought the Martin Luther Sin Boldly T-shirt for my mother for Christmas one year, and I am currently eyeing the Martin Luther bobblehead for this year.