“My goodness, Mary!” he says. “How have you been?”

“Oh, could be better,” she says. “My husband Robert and I have been trying to have children for fifteen years, but we are barren.”

“I’m so sorry,” says the priest. “I’m on a pilgrimage to Rome, and I promise to light a candle for you in the great cathedral.”

Mary thanks him, and after chatting a little longer, they part ways.

Five years later, the priest is eating dinner when there’s a knock at his door. He opens it, and to his surprise, it’s Mary’s husband, Robert.

“I’m so glad I found you!” he exclaims. “Remember that candle you lit for Mary, years ago?

Well, Mary and I now have two sets of twins and a set of triplets — and I just found-out she’s pregnant with quadruplets!”

Robert then hands the priest an all-expenses paid ticket to Rome.

“Oh my, Robert!” says the priest. “Your joy is my joy. You didn’t need to give me a thankyou gift.”

“Oh no, it’s not a thankyou,” says Robert,…

“It’s so you can blow out that damn candle.”