A man was brought to an hospital run by nuns, and taken quickly in for emergency surgery. The operation went well, and as the groggy man regained consciousness, he was reassured by a nun, who was waiting by his bed.
“Mr. Smith, you’re going to be just fine,” said the nun, gently patting his hand. “We do need to know, however, how you intend to pay for your stay here. Are you covered by insurance?”
“No, I’m not,” the man whispered hoarsely.
“Can you pay in cash?” persisted the nun.
“I’m afraid I cannot, Sister.”
“Well, do you have any close relatives?” the nun persisted.
“Just my sister in New York,” he volunteered. “But she’s also a nun , is poor and is not married.”
“Oh, I must correct you, Mr. Smith, we nuns are not “unmarried”! We are married to God.”
“Really? How Wonderful.” said Smith. “In that case, you can send the bill to my brother-in-law!”