First the story, then a few observations.
A Methodist minister goes to the door and finds a stranger standing there. “Sir,” the man said, “I’m new in town and need a preacher for a funeral.” The Methodist minister invites him in, and the man continues, “The funeral is for my little dog that died yesterday.”
The minister said, “Well, you know we don’t really do funerals for animals. Why don’t you just bury him and say a few words yourself?” The man said, “This dog was like a member of our family. We’re heartbroken over its death, and well, we just wanted to give him a good send-off.”
“I’m not going to be able to help you,” the minister said, “but the Baptist pastor lives three doors down the street. You might ask him.” The man thanked him and as he was turning away, he said, “Oh, by the way, Reverend, what would be an appropriate amount to give the minister for the funeral? I was thinking of five thousand dollars.”
“Come back in the house,” the minister said. “Why didn’t you tell me that dog was a Methodist?”
One of our pastors told that story last Wednesday at our weekly pastors’ gathering. It went over big, leading me to believe that it was new to many. Either that, or they were just enjoying an old friend again.
Over the years, inflation has messed with that story. The first time I heard it, the amount was fifty dollars. It takes more to catch our fancy than it used to, I suppose. If there are forensic humorists out there, someone could probably track the origins of that joke down and discover that originally the amount was five dollars or something.
Some stories take on lives of their own and seem to live forever. And with the internet, no doubt my great-grandchildren will some day hear that joke–by then, the figure will be five million!–and pass it on to their friends.
What you wonder is why Readers Digest keeps printing new jokes. Since each new generation has not heard the stories of the previous one, they could recycle every story every decade or two and get by with it.
A good story is like a good song: it bears repetition and each performer gives it his own rendering.