Two Jews, Saul and Moshe, hear that their friend has died. The funeral is the next day at 3. Saul, ever stylish, immediately realizes that ""we need black suits!"" and the two run to the tailor, Pinkus. Moshe is beyond himself, whining about how ""there's nothing to be done unless you help us Pinkus, we need black suits by tomorrow afternoon, but there's no time-"" ""Don't worry,"" interrupts Pinkus, ""I'll measure you both and the suits will be ready by tomorrow at 8am. And cheap."" And wouldn't you know, they're ready at 8, they fit well, they look good, and having only paid Pinkus just a little too much Saul and Moshe leave the store moderately happy. But, upon entering the sunlight, Saul notices that the new suits look off. Like they might be blue, but he can't be sure. Ever clever, Saul sees two nuns approaching, both wearing deep blue robes. Without hesitation he drags Moshe over to the very blue pair. ""Excuse me, sisters,"" mumbles Saul as he forces his own and Moshe's arms between the nuns, concentrating, comparing, and leaving just as quickly with an awkward mumble. ""How odd,"" says one nun to the other. ""I didn't know Jew's spoke Latin."" ""Latin?"" ""Yes. I could have sworn the one just mumbled 'pincus fuctus.'""