Heh I remember after my dad's suicide my mom had one of those church people come and try to talk to me. It may as well have been the Chris Farley skit.
I can't recall specifics but I do remember wanting to crawl into a hole and hide until the jesus weirdo left.
As a kid church was just a chore and any shred of belief lasted about as long as Santa and the Tooth Fairy.
Yes, atheists are wide open for depression because we can't assume a magic man in the sky will fix things for us. But it's not that we are depressed because we have chosen to be atheist - our personality is simply incompatible with religion. It just doesn't work. It's like telling a paraplegic he should try jogging. And then continuing to press him about how great jogging has been for you and how certain you are everything would fix itself if he'd just put one foot in front of the other and run around that block. And handing him a pamphlet extolling the virtues of jogging, and making constant references to it in every conversation, and frequently inviting him to gatherings of other joggers. And when he continues to resist, frown with concern and tell him sadly that not only is he going to drop dead at any moment but that he'll then live on in eternal agony because he stubbornly refuses to get out and jog and that it's all his fault, but you'll keep him in your thoughts as you do your jogging.
But to be fair to the zealots, jogging is probably helpful IF YOU FUCKING HAVE LEGS.
(it's kinda boring, though)