His Last Request
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."
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