A lady lost her cat, and took the cat in a little casket up to a big church
and said, "I want you to bury my cat." And they run her off. She went to
another church, and they run her off. She took the cat to a Baptist church
on the edge of town, and told the preacher she couldn't find nobody to hold
a service for her dead cat. And the man talked to her bad. "How dare you
think that we bury cats?" She said, "Well, I'm frustrated and I'm prepared
to give two thousand dollars to whoever gives a service for my cat." And
the preacher said, "Lady, why didn't you tell me your cat was a Baptist?"
-- Jerry Clower
