An old preacher was dying and sent a message for his IRS agent and lawyer to come to his home. Upon their arrived, they were ushered upstairs 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. No one said anything for a long time.
Both the IRS agent and lawyer were touched and flattered that the old preacher would ask them to be with him during his final moments. They were also puzzled because the preacher had never given any indication that he particularly liked either one of them. Finally, the lawyer asked, "Why did you ask the two of us to come?" The old preacher mustered up enough strength, and then said weakly, "Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I want to go, too."
