The old pastor lay dying.
While he was lying on his deathbed, he sent a message for an IRS agent and his lawyer to come to the hospital.
When they arrived at the hospital, they were ushered up to his room.
As they entered the room, the old pastor held out his hands and motioned for them to come and sit on each side of the bed.
The old pastor grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled, and stared up at the ceiling.
For a long time, no one said anything, both the IRS agent and the lawyer just sat there with the old pastor holding their hands.
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 both rather 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”.
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