I used to work for a small company where I was the only Gentile. One of the secretaries went to a funeral and came back a bit bemused. “The preacher didn’t talk about the deceased. All he talked about was Jesus.”
The boss shook his head. “You know, whenever I go to a funeral, the rabbi always goes on about what a great guy this was. Good and kind and generous, and we all know he was an old SOB.” He shook his head. “Come to think of it, maybe the rabbi was talking about Jesus, too.”
I used to work for a small company where I was the only Gentile. One of the secretaries went to a funeral and came back a bit bemused. “The preacher didn’t talk about the deceased. All he talked about was Jesus.”
The boss shook his head. “You know, whenever I go to a funeral, the rabbi always goes on about what a great guy this was. Good and kind and generous, and we all know he was an old SOB.” He shook his head. “Come to think of it, maybe the rabbi was talking about Jesus, too.”