There's a bible study group that meets at my work on Fridays. Apparently I am being included into their prayer session.
They are all really sweet older women who'd shit themselves if they heard what I've been listening to in the office all day 
I used to work with a guy who was young but very serious about his "sincerely held religious beliefs"; so much so that every Monday he had to reassert the sermon he heard in church the previous day. One day, while I was quietly listening to some music, Sixpounder by Children of Bodom came on (for those unfamiliar, the end of the chorus goes "six-six-sixpounder"). He took me aside and calmly asked me to never play that song again because he didn't want Satan being summoned into the office. At first I laughed because I thought he was making a joke, but then his eyes got big and he started sweating and he quietly said he was dead serious, he can't go home after being in the presence of the devil.
I admire his dedication (I mean, kind of), but it is misguided. The number of the beast is not just three sixes in a row "6-6-6" but rather it is 666, i.e. six hundred sixty six (or actually, in some variant manuscripts, 616, six hundred sixteen).
Nothing wrong with three sixes in a row.