“My goodness, Mary!” He says. “How have you been?”
“Oh, could be better,” she says. “My husband 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.
“I’m so glad I found you!” She exclaims. “Remember that candle you lit for me, years ago? Well, my husband and I now have two sets of twins and a set of triplets — and I just found out I’m pregnant with quadruplets!”
She then hands the priest an all-expenses paid ticket to Rome.
“Oh Mary!” Says the priest. “Your joy is my joy. You didn’t need to give me a thank-you gift.”
“Oh no, it’s not a thank you,” says Mary. “It’s so you can blow out that motherfucking candle.”