"A man is struck by" joke

A man is struck by a bus on a busy street in in New York City. He lies dying
on the sidewalk as a crowd of spectators gathers around.
"A priest. Somebody get me a priest!" the man gasps. A policeman checks the
crowd-no priest, no minister, no man of God of any kind.
"A PRIEST, PLEASE!" the dying man says again. Then out of the crowd steps a
little old Jewish man of at least eighty years of age.
"Mr. Policeman," says the man, "I'm not a priest. I'm not even a Catholic.
But for fifty years now I'm living behind St. Elizabeth's Catholic Church
on First Avenue, and every night I'm listening to the Catholic litany. Maybe
I can be of some comfort to this man."
The policeman agreed and brought the octogenarian over to where the dying man
lay. He kneels down, leans over the injured and says in a solemn voice:
"Under the B, 4. Under the I, 19. Under the N, 38. Under the G, 54. Under
the O, 72..."