Priest( no offence intended)

[David A]

An old priest was dying. He sent a message for his IRS agent and his

> lawyer

> to come to his home. When they arrived, they were ushered up to his

> bedroom.

> As they entered the room, the priest held out his hands and motioned for

> them to sit on each side of the bed.

>

> The priest grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled and stared at

> the

> ceiling.

>

> For a time, no one said anything. Both the IRS agent and lawyer were

> touched

> and flattered that the old priest would ask them to be with him during

> his

> final moment. They were also puzzled because the priest had never given

> any

> indication that he particularly liked either one of them.

>

> Finally, the lawyer asked, "Father, why did you ask the two of us to

> come?"

>

> The old priest mustered up some strength, then said weakly, "Jesus died

> between two thieves, and that's how I want to go, too."

>

[Don Wood]

Oh, that is so good!

[Ry]

I like this one David!