An old man, somewhere between eighty and eighty-five sat quietly in the front row during mass, listening to the homily.

Suddenly, the devil appeared on the altar, breathing fire and grumbling.

The entire congregation including the priest and alter boys scrambled for an exit.

But not the old man.

The old man made himself comfortable, smiled and gave a knowing gesture to the devil.

The devil loomed over the old man, smoke spiraling over his teeth, and asked, "Why are you not afraid of me?"

Surprised, the old man looked around to make sure the devil was not talking to someone else. When he recognized that he the only one left in the building, he replied, "Oh! Maybe you don't recognize me. See, I've been married to your sister for the last sixty years.