Rich man on his death bed with his priest, doctor and lawyer.
"They say you can't take it with you, but I'll be damned if I am going to let the IRS have my money when I'm gone. I have a million dollars in cash for each of you. I want you to put it in my casket and see to it that the money is buried with me." The three men agree.
The rich man shortly passes on, and after the funeral the three men meet again at the wake. After an uncomfortable moment, the priest sighs.
"I have a terrible confession to make. The church's homless shelter needed a new roof, and it seemed a shame to bury all that money with a man who could not use it, so I kept out a hundred thousand dollars to fix the roof," the priest says.
The doctor nods. "I understand the temptation. The free clinic I volunteer at desperately needed an X-ray machine, so I kept out two hundred and fifty thousand for that."
The priest and doctor look over to the lawyer who is shaking his head in disgust.
"Don't look at me, guys. I put in a check for the whole million!"