One upon a time there were two evil brothers. They were filthy rich and used their money to keep their wickedness out of the public eye.
They went to church every Sunday and pretended to be perfect Christians. Their vicar was a doddery old fool who had no idea what they were really like.
But one day the vicar died and a new one took over. This vicar wasn’t a fool. He saw through the brothers straight away.
He was an eloquent, truthful and powerful speaker and, in a very short time, the congregation doubled.
Unfortunately, the church itself was in a bad way, and a fund-raising campaign was started to repair the roof.
It had hardly begun when one of the brothers dropped down dead.
The day before the funeral, the other brother dropped into the vicarage and handed the new vicar a cheque for the full amount needed to repair the church roof.
‘I’ve only one condition,’ he said. ‘At my brother’s funeral, you must tell everyone he was a saint.’
The vicar thought long and hard for several moments, took a deep breath and agreed.
The following day, having banked and cashed the cheque, he stood up in front of a packed church and said, ‘This man was as evil as the devil himself.
He cheated on his wife and abused his family. He drank like a fish, stole from the poor and never had a nice word to say about anyone.
He was as foul and wicked a man as you could ever hope to meet. But, compared to his brother, he was a saint!’
I would like to thank Chester Grumps for this joke http://cheesewillsetusfree.wordpress.com/