SUNDAY MORNING SERMON

One day, many moons ago, a missionary came to our land and converted our people. Because I was a great dancer and usually ran around naked, they gave me the name Tom Smith and put clothes on me and said not to dance anymore. They said this was the moral and righteous thing to do. So I bought fancy clothes, got a job from 9-5, and began attending church on Sunday morning. I did this for many years. On my death bed, someone asked me about my beliefs and where I wanted to be buried. I told them to ask the missionary. He seems to know what is best for me.