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.