A man was brought to Mercy Hospital and taken in for coronary
 surgery.
 
 The operation went well and, as the groggy man regained
 consciousness, he was reassured by a Sister of Mercy, who was
 waiting by his bed.
 
 "Mr. Smith, you're going to be just fine," said the nun, gently
 patting his hand. "We do need to know, however, how you intend to
 pay for your stay here. Are you covered by insurance?"
 
 "No, I'm not," the man whispered hoarsely.
 
 "Can you pay in cash?" persisted the nun.
 
 "I'm afraid I cannot, Sister."
 
 "Well, do you have any close relatives?" the nun essayed.
 
 "Just my sister in New Mexico," he volunteered. "But she's a
 humble spinster nun."
 
 "Oh, I must correct you, Mr. Smith. Nuns are not 'spinsters.' They 
 are married to God."
 
 "Wonderful," said Smith. "In that case, please send the bill to my
 brother-in-law."