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"itsjoannotjoann" > wrote:

> An old pastor lay dying. He sent a message for an IRS agent and his
> lawyer to come to the hospital. When they arrived, they were ushered up
> to his room. As they entered the room, the pastor held out his hands
> and motioned for them to sit on each side of the bed.
>
> The pastor 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 man would ask them
> to be with him during his final moments. They were also puzzled because
> the pastor had never given any indication that he particularly liked
> either one of them.
>
>
> Finally, the Lawyer asked, "Pastor, why did you ask the two of us to
> come here?"
>
> The old pastor mustered all his strength, then said weakly, "Jesus died
> between two thieves, and that's how I want to go, too."

Perfect.... ;-)
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