An old preacher was dying.  He sent a   message for his
  doctor and his lawyer,  both church members, to come to his
  home. When they arrived, they  were ushered up 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. For a time no one said anything.  Both the doctor and
  lawyer were touched and flattered that the old  preacher would ask
  them to be with him during his final moment. They were also 
  puzzled; the preacher had never given them any indication that he
  particularly liked either of them.  They both remembered his many
  long, uncomfortable sermons about greed, covetousness, and 
  their avaricious behavior that made them  squirm in their seats.
  Finally, the doctor said,  "Preacher, why did you ask the two of
  us to come?"  The old preacher mustered up some strength,then
  said weakly, "Jesus died between two thieves ... and that's how I
  want to go."