Okay, so the local pastors of Mount Gambier were having breakfast yesterday (as we do each Wednesday) and the subject of funerals arose (yeah, our lives are fascinating, aren’t they).
So I looked up the following joke and told it to them.
Only one of them had heard a variation of it. The rest hadn’t heard it before.
They all laughed.
There were two evil brothers who were rich and used their money to hide their ways from the public eye. They even attended the same church and looked to be perfect Christians.
Then, their pastor retired, and a new one was hired. Not only could he see right through the brothers’ deception, but he also spoke well and true, and the church started to swell in numbers. A fundraising campaign was started to build a new assembly.
All of the sudden, one of the brothers died. The surviving brother sought out the new pastor the day before the funeral and handed him a check for the amount needed to finish paying for the new building.
“I have only one condition,” he said. “At his funeral, you must say my brother was a saint.” The pastor gave his word and deposited the check.
The next day, at the funeral, the pastor did not hold back. “He was an evil man,” he said. “He cheated on his wife and abused his family.” He went on in this vein for a small time, and the surviving brother was clearly fuming in his seat.
“But,” the pastor concluded, “compared to his brother, he was a saint!”
You can look up this joke in lots of other places in the internet.
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