A priest died in a small Irish village.  At the funeral a fellow clergy man from a neighbouring parish stood in the pulpit and said what a nice man the dead priest was.  He talked about his charitable works, inspiring sermons and excellent service of the community.

A woman in the congregation turned to her neighbour and said: “you know, there are two priests lying up there.”  The neighbour looked baffled and said, “to be sure, you’re confused”.  “No,” said the woman, “there’s one lying up there in the box and the other in the pulpit.”