An old Australian priest lay dying. He sent a message for an Australian Tax Office Supervisor and his Lawyer to come to the hospital. When they arrived, they were ushered up to his room. As they entered the room the priest held out his hands and motioned for them to sit on each side of the bed.<\/p>\n
The priest grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled and stared at the ceiling. For a time, no one said anything. Both the Australian Tax Office Supervisor and the 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 moments. They were also puzzled because the priest had never given any indication that he particularly liked either one of them. Finally, the Lawyer asked, \u201d Father, why did you ask the two of us to come here? \u201cThe old priest mustered all his strength, and then said weakly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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