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Last Request
Last Request
A man is struck by a bus on a busy street in New York City. He lies dying on the
sidewalk as a crowd of spectators gathers around.
"A priest. Somebody get me a priest!" the man gasps. A policeman checks the
crowd - no priest, no minister, no man of God of any kind.
"A PRIEST, PLEASE!" the dying man says again.
Then out of the crowd steps a little old Jewish man of at least eighty years of age.
"Mr. Policeman," says the man, "I'm not a priest. I'm not even a Catholic.
But for fifty years now I'm living behind St. Elizabeth's Catholic Church on First Avenue,
and every night I'm listening to the Catholic litany. So maybe I can be of some comfort to
this poor dying man."
The policeman agreed and brought the octogenarian over to where the dying man lay. He
kneels down, leans over the injured and says in a solemn voice,
"B-4. I-19. N-38. G-54. O-72. . ."
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MY WITCH SHOP
