Dad was brought up Methodist, Mom was Episcopalian, so we all ended up with Mom’s church.
Which is a bit odd for people descended from the first Anabaptists and Huguenots in America.
So when people ask me know what denomination I am, I say Episcopalian, which means I don’t have a church.
Unless of course you think the Folsom Street Fair is some kind of sacramental event, which the new “church” apparently does.