When my grandma found out my parents decided to not get me baptized, she showed up at our place with a jar of holy water, and tried to baptize me (newborn at the time) herself. My dad managed to distract her from me, and eventually she left.

We are not angry at her at all; she was just really scared that I would go to hell if I suddenly died. For us, it’s more of a funny story that we tell from time to time.