Commentary: Aren’t posthumous Mormon baptisms just an exercise of religious freedom?

The doorbell rings. It’s two clean-cut guys in dark suits. Mormon missionaries. They ask if I’d like to know more about their religion. I say no thanks, I have one already. Judaism. They evince some interest. Another time, I say. Another time, they say. Goodbye. Goodbye. I shut the door.Do I appreciate the interruption? No. Do I wish they’d noticed the mezuzah on the lintel and, well, passed over to the next house? Yes. Do I think they have, and should have, every right to do w