From customer, Barbara O'Connor, a bit of morbid humor:
A man is struck by a bus on a busy street. He is lying near death on the sidewalk as a crowd gathers.
"A priest. Somebody get me a priest!" the man gasps.
A policeman checks the crowd and yells, "A PRIEST, PLEASE!"
Out of the crowd steps a little old Jewish man of at least 80 years of age.
"Mr. Policeman," says the man, "I'm not a priest. I'm not even a
Christian. But for 50 years now I'm living behind the Catholic church on
First Avenue, and every night I'm overhearing their services. I can recall
a lot of it, and maybe I can be of some comfort to this man."