THE best bit of unintentional spiritual humor I have heard is the last act of Empedocles, the fifth century Greek philosopher.
He so desired to be thought of as a god, he threw himself into the crater of Mt Etna so he might vanish from the world completely and thus lead men to believe he had achieved immortality.
Unfortunately, the volcano defeated this wish by throwing out one of his sandals.
Another last act story concerns the French Jesuit Dominique Bouhours, who was a strict grammarian – to the end.
On his deathbed, in 1702, his last words were: “I am about to – or I am going to – die. Either expression is correct.”
The best wit is unexpected, even by the one who delivers it.
William Lawrence, a respected American bishop, once came on a man swearing profusely as he tried to remove a flat tyre from the rim.
“Have you tried prayer my good man,” suggested the bishop.
The man immediately fell to his knees, clasped his hands together and lifted his eyes to Heaven.
He then picked up the tyre lever, inserted it and the tyre popped off.
“Well I’ll be Goddamned,” exclaimed the bishop.