the reverent of a small town gathers a town meeting to descus some issues about the towns churs.
one of the issues that came up was that people find it very ocward to confess about cheating, so it was agreed that from now on, during a confession, they would refer to it as falling.
the years passed and the reverant dies, and a new reverant came to replace hime from another town.
after three months of servise, the new reverant enters the mayors cambers and without hesitation sais to him that he must do somthing about the roads in the town becuse evry one keeps falling.
the mayor starts to laugh but the reverant responds to him, i dont know what your laughing about, you wife fell three times last week.