In a small town there were two wealthy brothers. Both of them were known to be pretty much rotten to the core. One day the elder brother passed away. At a chapel, the younger brother sought out a preacher. He inquired "listen, I know you know who me and my brother are, and we wouldn't be caught dead in this place. But, I will pay you a great sum of money to perform his funeral...on the condition that you must refer to my brother as a saint." So, the preacher mulls it over in his head for a while, but eventually accepts the offer.
At the funeral, the preacher stands before the packed crowd and eulogizes... "Ladies and Gentlemen, the man here is this box before you is a rotter! A licentious, perverted individual whose life ambition was to be purely devious at any cost..."
"BUT..." the preacher continues. "...compared to his younger brother, he was a saint."
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