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A dying old priest......................
>
> An old priest was dying.
> He sent a message for an IRS agent and his Lawyer to come to the
> Rectory. 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 guy mustered up some strength, then said weakly, "Jesus died
> between two thieves, and that's how I want to go, too."
>
>
> An old priest was dying.
> He sent a message for an IRS agent and his Lawyer to come to the
> Rectory. 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 guy mustered up some strength, then said weakly, "Jesus died
> between two thieves, and that's how I want to go, too."
>
