Old man Finklestein is dying. He was diagnosed with cancer a month ago, and had told no one but his dear wife, Sadie. It is a week before the doctors told him he would kick the bucket, and he had straightened out his will and finances, so he decided to tell his best friend, Mr. Ginsberg. When Mr. Ginsberg received the news, he was shocked. ""Jake,"" he says. ""You always seemed so healthy! Oy vey! Why do bad things happen to good people!"" ""I don't know, Moishe, but I have everything in order for my passing. I've consulted my Rabbi and said my prayers, and seen my accountant to know that Sadie will been taken care of after I'm gone. Is there anything you would like to do before I. . .go?"" Mr. Ginsberg thinks, and decides that he just wants to go for a walk with his oldest friend. They walk through the park, and eventually have nothing left to discuss. Mr. Ginsberg, with a heavy heart, has to go home. He says goodbye to his dear friend Jake, and gives one last look behind him as they walk away. Much to his surprise, he sees old Mr. Finklestein going in to the church across the street! He runs over as fast as his old bones can carry him, and grips Mr. Finklestein by the elbow. ""Jake! What are you doing? You just said you had consulted your Rabbi for guidance, not a priest! You were always the most religious Jew I had known, no less!"" Mr. Ginsberg is obviously upset. ""That's just it, Moishe, I'm converting."" ""Why on Earth-"" ""I only have a week to live, maybe less, Moishe old friend, and I've been doing some thinking. I figure, better one of them kick the bucket than one of us!"" *An old joke that I was recently reminded of while reading one of Isaac Asimov's great joke books.*