In Kuala Lumpur a venerable old priest lay dying in hospital. He was 93, and for years he had faithfully served the people of the nation's capital.
He knew his end was near, and he motioned for his nurse to come closer.
"Yes, Father?" said the nurse.
"I would really like to see the Prime Minister Najib and the ex-PM Mahathir before I die," whispered the priest.
The hospital authorities sent the request to Parliament and waited for a response.
Soon word arrived: Prime Minister Najib and Mahathir would be delighted to visit the aged priest.
As they entered the hospital, followed by a media throng and cameras from all the TV networks, Najib commented to Mahathir, "I don't know why this old priest wants to see us, but going to see him for a few minutes won't hurt our image. It might even get me re-elected Prime Minister. After all, I'm IN IT TO WIN IT".
Mahathir agreed that it was a good thing, as he wanted to remain as "adviser" and play with our money like it was Monopoly or growing on a tree.
When they arrived at his room, the priest beamed and clasped Najib's hand in his right hand and Mahathir's hand in his left.
There was silence and a look of serenity spread over the old priest's wizened visage.
Finally PM Najib broke the silence.
"Father, of all the people you could have chosen, why did you want us to be with you as you near the end?"
The old priest slowly replied, "I have always tried to pattern my life after our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ."
"Of course", said Najib.
"Amen," said Mahathir.
"Jesus died between two lying thieves; I would like to do the same." said the priest.