At Friday night services, Morris went to his friend Irving and said,
>> " Irving , I need a favour, I'm sleeping with the rabbi's wife.Can you hold him in the temple for an hour after services for me?"
>> Irving not very fond of the idea, but being Morris' lifelong friend, he reluctantly agreed.
>> After services, he struck up a conversation with the rabbi asking him all sorts of stupid questions in an effort to keep him occupied.
>> After some time, the wise rabbi became suspicious and asked, " Irving , what are you really up to with all this?"
>> Irving , filled with feelings of guilt and remorse, confessed to the Rabbi.
>> "I'm sorry Rabbi, my friend Morris is sleeping with your wife right now and asked me to keep you occupied." The wise rabbi smiled and, putting a brotherly hand on Irving 's shoulder, said " Irving , I think you'd better hurry home, my wife died two years ago!"