A deacon is in the hospital and his good friend, a preacher, goes to visit him.
The preacher notices all the medical equipment attached to the deacon. He kneels by the bed.
The deacon motions to a pad and pen on the nightstand. The preacher hands his friend the pad and pen, and the deacon begins to write. Suddenly, the deacon dies.
At his funeral, the preacher delivers the service. He says, “I was with him when he died, and as a matter of fact, I have his last thought in my coat pocket here.”
The preacher pulls out the paper and reads, “Please, get up. You’re kneeling on my oxygen hose.”
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