A Methodist minister was walking through his town the other day when he spotted a rather unusual funeral procession. Behind the hearse walked the local vicar holding his very large dog on a lead. Behind the vicar came a multitude of other clergymen of all denominations. This intrigued the minister who approached the vicar and asked what was going on.
"It's like this," the vicar explained, "Two weeks ago I met with our Treasurer and asked for a few extra pounds, just for heating, lighting and a drop of Communion wine but as usual their discussion got a little heated and my dog, suspecting the Treasurer was about to attack me, leaped over the table and got him by the throat. Before I could do anything the poor man was dead. As you will imagine, I was mortified."
The minister, a little shocked by this sad tale stopped, said a few prayers and watched as the procession continued along the road.
After a few moments he rushed along the pavement, caught up with the vicar and said, "Would it be possible to borrow your dog for a few days?"
Looking over his shoulder at the procession, the vicar replied, "Of course it would, but you will have to join the queue!!!"
