The Archbishop lay dying.  He sent a message for Prime Minister Golding and hisMinister of Finance to come to the hospital.
 
When they arrived, they were ushered up to his room.  As they entered the room, the Archbishop held out his hands and motioned for them to sit on each side of the bed.  The Archbishop grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled, and stared at the ceiling.  For a time, no one said anything.
 
Both Prime Minister Golding and Minister Shaw were touched and flattered that the old man would ask them to be with him during his final moments.  They were also puzzled because the Archbishop had never given any indication that he particularly liked either one of them.
 
Finally, Minister Shaw asked, Archbishop, why did you ask the two of us to come here?'
 
The Archbishop mustered all his strength, and then said weakly, 'Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I'd like to go.'