George Smith and Percy Smith were twins. Rich, powerful and immoral, they thought their wealth and influence were enough to conceal their wicked ways from the congregation of the church they so piously attended, but eventually the preacher saw through them. One night, while exerting himself at his favorite bordello, Percy died of a heart attack. The next morning, brother George sought out the preacher and gave him a handsome check, enough to pay for a new wing to be named after his brother. "My donation has only one condition," he said. "At my brother's funeral, you must say that Percy Smith was a saint." Eyeing the much-needed check, the preacher thought a moment, then gave his word, shook hands, took George's check and quickly deposited it in the bank. At the funeral, the preacher began his eulogy, "Percy Smith was an evil man." George was flabbergasted. He tried to hide his rage, but the blood rose up his neck and spread throughout his face. The preacher continued, "Percy Smith cheated on his wife and abused his family. He exploited his workers and stole from his businesses." For a good twenty minutes, the preacher detailed every aspect of Percy's evil life as George seethed. As the eulogy wound down, all George could think about was revenge. And that's when the preacher looked straight into George's eyes and delivered his eulogy's final sentence: "But compared to his brother George, Percy Smith was a saint."