j/k
The Pope was on his deathbed.
Sensing his last hour arrived, he summoned an insurer and a banker,
among the most renowned of Rome.
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He asks them to come very quickly to see it together.
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Upon arrival, it leads in the room where rests the Pope
and made them to sit on each side of the bed.
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The Pope launches them an intense gaze, smiled, then looked at the ceiling.
Neither the insurer nor the banker say a Word.
They seem surprised that the Pope has been able to think of them at this time,
while being very intrigued.
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Finally, the insurer, not being able to wait more, requested of the Pope:
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- your Holiness! Why are we here?
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The Pope, bringing together his past strength, replied faintly
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"Jesus died between 2 thieves. I want to be like him... "
Translated from the French original email
with a few words replaced to effect better meaning /legibility
dave
