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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,
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