The pope was sitting in his office one day when his secretary came running in.
“Your Holiness, there’s an old jew who’s been sitting outside your door every day for the last few weeks. He said he wants an audience.”
The pope was surprised by this statement, but seeing as the jew had waited for two weeks, decided to honor his request, and had the secretary wave him in.
“Hello Mr…” asked the pope.
“Rosenfeld, sir” said the jew and pulled out a sheet, handing it to the pope.
The pope looked at it, and saw it was da Vinci’s The Last Supper.
“Are these your people?” asked the jew.
“Yes,” said the pope.
The jew smiled. “That’s great,” he said. “My family owned that restaurant and these guys didn’t pay their bill.”