bag but they didn’t bother to pick them since they had enough in the bag.
A few minutes later, a drunkard on his way from a bar, passed near the cemetery gate & heard a voice saying: “One for me, one for you. One for me, one for you. One for me, one for you.”
He immediately sobered up & ran as fast as he could to a church nearby, for the priest
“Father, please come with me. Come & witness God & Satan sharing corpses at the cemetery”
They both ran back to the cemetery gate & the voice continued: “One for me, one for you. One for me, one for you. One for me, one for you.”
Suddenly, the voice stopped counting & said: “What about the two at the gate?”
