to come to his home. When they arrived, they were ushered up to his bedroom. As
they entered the room, the preacher held out his hands and motioned for them to
sit on each side of the bed. The preacher 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 preacher would ask them to be with him during his
final moment. They were also puzzled because the preacher had never given any
indication that he particularly liked either one of them. Finally, the Lawyer
asked, "Father, why did you ask the two of us to come?"
The old preacher mustered up some strength, then said weakly, "Jesus died
between two thieves, and that's how I want to go, too."
