LOL yep. He's weird. He fits in well with our family.
I remembered not too long ago when my grandmother died, he was close to her too. People often would say that she's with God now, and my son didn't feel that way. To him, she was dead. No more. She is gone, and all we have is memory. No heaven. No angel wings. No hallelujahs. His great grandmother is gone.
I know he has a hard time explaining something so simple to him because he struggles anyway with processing and with communicating to us neurotypicals. But I have found him not to believe in an afterlife. Just life and death and God.
Every now and then I'll hear him agreeing with another family member about Jesus being our Lord and Savior. So afterward I'll be driving with him and I'll say that I didn't know he believed in Jesus. He'll say, "Yeah, mom." I'll ask him, "What do you think about Jesus?" And he'll say, "I don't know. He's nice." I'll ask him if he knows what a Lord and Savior means, and he says, "I guess it means he's nice."
Then I'll ask, "Is Jesus God?" And he laughs and says, "HAHAHAHA....NO mom! That's funny!!" And he just goes into a fit of laughter.
My observations with him are that he doesn't put any identity at all on his concept of God. There is no such thing as a deity that is anthropomorphic. It's like trying to place personhood on the breath. Happy or sad, sick or healthy, the breath is there continuing on and on. But the breath doesn't have a name or a face and you can't talk to it.
I think that's the way I see him perceiving God.