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 askthe 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."