An old preacher lay dying. He sent a message to his lawyer and an IRS agent that he knew to come to the hospital. When they arrived, they were ushered up to his room. 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 IRS agent and the lawyer were touched and flattered that the old gentleman would ask them to be with him during his final moments. But they were also puzzled, because the preacher had never given any indication that he particularly liked either of them. Finally, the lawyer asked, "Sir, why did you ask the two of us to come here?"
The old preacher mustered his strength, then smiled weakly, "Jesus died between two thieves, so that's how I want to go!"