The Old Pastor's Last Request

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.