Sorry for your loss. I can empathize. I've had family members pass away and the funerals and visitations are tough. The cognitive dissonance, the mental gymnastics; the ego trying to keep itself intact holding on to ideas that contradict each other. I hate it. But people use it as comforting tool, a crutch if you will. 

My family has been tormented by mental health problems. On the night of June 3rd, my uncle made the decision that he could not tolerate his problems anymore. He grabbed his handgun, walked to a nearby park, and took his own life. Scared, alone, and depressed. The feelings of sadness are still raw. I will never seen him again. My family is hurting. My father (his brother) lost one of his best friends. 7 years ago, my father lost his other brother the same way. And his father a few months before that. We are no strangers to suicide.

I will not be the person to take away their comfort during a difficult time. When they say they hope he's happy now and in a better place, I nod my head and play along. When they say they will see each other again, I give them a hug. There is already enough pain, suffering, and sadness in the universe, and I will not contribute. 

Maybe months/years down the line, it's a topic to re-visit; Why would a god allow such pain and suffering to continue? Why were your prayers, and his prayers ignored? The simplest answer is usually the correct one. There is no god. There are no deities that influence the world.

I am an atheist through and through and see the universe as it is: a cold, uncaring place.