A priest and a stockbroker meet at the Pearly Gates. Saint Peter gives the broker a golden harp and silk robes and lets him into Heaven. Then he gives the priest a rusty trumpet and some old rags. The priest says, "Hey, how come the stockbroker get the harp and robes?" And Saint Peter says, "Because while you preached, people slept -- but his clients, now, they prayed."
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