He Didn't Lie, Though
A rich, bitter old man died, and at the reading of his will, only three people who’d had anything to do with him were present: his priest, his doctor, and his lawyer.
The executor announced that the man had no heirs and had made it his goal to die without a penny left—but he didn’t quite manage it. There was $150,000 remaining. As per his final wishes, the money was to be split equally among the three men he trusted most… and each of them was instructed to place their portion into his coffin before the burial. The lawyer handed them each a thick bundle of cash and closed the reading.
After the sparsely attended funeral, the three men went to the local pub to raise a glass and discuss the peculiar request.
“Such an odd, stingy man,” said the doctor. “Did either of you hesitate about putting the money in the coffin?”
“Well,” said the priest, “the church roof is leaking, and I knew just $5,000 would cover the repairs. I must admit, I kept that much back.”
The doctor nodded. “Same here—I do pro bono work for the children’s clinic. I held onto $10,000 for their medicine fund.”
The lawyer looked at them both, aghast. “I can’t believe you two! I’m shocked—shocked—that men of your standing would be so dishonest!”
“Wait a minute,” said the priest. “You mean to say you put the full amount in?”
“Absolutely,” said the lawyer. “I wrote a cheque for the whole thing and slipped it right into the coffin.”
