There were two two Irishmen having their pint in the pub which happened to be across the street from the professional house of pleasure. Mike took his pint away from his lips and exclaimed, "Pat, didya see that? It was the minister from the Protestint church down the street, going into the house across there!" "Ah, Mike, we're all human, and we'll have to offer up a prayer for the good of the poor man's soul." Then Mike put his pint down on the table with a bang, and said "Bejesus, now look there. It's the Rabbi from the sinagog now going in!" "Ah, Mike, there's the truth of it...some faith is not equal to the strain. Let's remember the poor heathin at church Sunday." Suddenly, Mike pushed his chair back and half stood, staring out the window. "Oh, Pat, now lookee here. It's the Father himself from our church, and he's going in too!" Pat took a deep breath, then stood next to him. "Ah, Mike, there that explains it all a-tall. Some girl in there must be terribly ill." You see, there is meaning to everything if we wait long enough to find it. It's like the doctor said to me today, "My, you're in very good condition for a man over 60!" "And who sez I'm 60? I'll be 80 my next birthday.." "Why,. that's amazing. Your father must have lived to a ripe old age, then." "And who sez he's dead? My father is 104 and hale and hearty." "Why, that's really something.. Your grandfather must have lived long, too." "And who sez my grandfather is dead? He's 129, and about to get married again." "Why, why would he want to get married? "And who sez he wants to?"