"Administering The Last Rites" joke
A man was lying on the sidewalk after being struck by a bus on a busy city street, with a crowd of spectators gathered around him.
"A priest," gasped the man, "Please, someone get me a priest."
A policeman checked the crowd, but there was no priest, no minister, no man of God of any kind.
"A priest, please," the injured man repeated. Suddenly, an elderly man stepped out of the crowd.
"Officer," the old man said, "I'm not a priest, nor am I even a Catholic, but I have lived behind St. Mary's Catholic Church for over fifty years, and I have listened to the Catholic rites every night. Perhaps I can be of some comfort to this man."
The policeman agreed and brought the old man over to the victim. The old man knelt down on the sidewalk, leaned over the injured man, and in a solemn voice said, "B-9, I-21, N-34, G-51, O-68."
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