Hillary, Bill, and a Dying Preacher


An old Arkansas preacher was dying.

He sent a message for Bill and Hillary,
both church members, 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, one 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 Bill and Hillary were touched and flattered that the
preacher would ask them to be with him during his
final moments.  They were also puzzled; the
preacher had never given them any indication that he
particularly liked either of them.  They both
remembered his many long, uncomfortable sermons
about greed, covetousness and avaricious behavior that made
them squirm in their seats.

Finally, Bill said, "Preacher, why did you ask us to come?"

The old preacher mustered up his strength, then said
weakly, "Jesus died between two thieves ... and that's
how I want to go!"