I just found myself telling a joke that my very dear friend Father Brendan Smyth told in his sermon, when he married my sister and brother-in-law.
A bishop was visiting a parish to confirm a group of young teenagers and asked a nervous boy what matrimony is.
"It is a place where souls go for a while, to atone for their sins," the boy answered.
"No, no," said the parish priest. "That's purgatory."
"Leave him alone," said the bishop. "He may be right. What would you or I know about it?"