Finnegan lived alone and rather distant from most folks, with only his dog to keep him company.

One day Finnegan walked into town looking rather dejected and went to see the priest. "Father", he asked, "Could you see your way clear to say a mass for poor old Maxwell? He was a fine dog."

"Certainly not", said the priest. "We have no such thing as a mass for a dog. However, if it were to ease your mind, there are a new bunch in town, baptists I believe. They may have something to do for you and Maxwell."

"Thank you, Father" said Finnegan. "Do you think five hundred quid is enough for a donation?"

"Good heavens!" said the priest, "You might have mentioned before that Maxwell was Catholic!"