A man lay dying and he began to yell out, “I need a priest, I need a priest!”
Another man came along and asked what was wrong.
The dying man said, “I need a priest to give me last rites, I’m dying,” the man said.
“There are no priests around here, but maybe I can help.” I’m not a religious person myself, but I have lived next to the Catholic Church my whole life and I hear their ritual all the time. I think that I can say it for you.”
The dying man said, “Thank You.”
So the helpful man leaned close to the dying man and in a soft voice repeated the ritual as he has heard it so many times:
“B-6, N-33, G-52, I-24, … Bingo.”