There was an old priest who got sick of all the people in his parish confessing to adultery.
One Sunday, in the pulpit, he said, โIf I hear one more person confess to adultery, Iโll quit!
โ
Well, everyone liked him, so they came up with a code word.
Someone who had committed adultery would say instead that they had โfallen.โ
This seemed to satisfy the old priest and things went well until the priest passed away at a ripe old age.
A few days after the new priest arrived, he visited the mayor of the town and seemed very concerned.
โMayor, you have to do something about the sidewalks in town.
When people come into the confessional, they keep telling me theyโve fallen.โ
The mayor started to laugh, realizing that no one had told the new priest about the code word.
But, before he could explain, the priest shook an accusing finger at him and shouted, โI donโt know what youโre laughing about, because your wife has fallen three times this week!
โ
