The Last Supper Bill

A Jew applied for an audience with the Pope.

After insistently waiting for three days and refusing to budge, he was finally granted one.

“Your Holiness, I come from a long line of cooks,” said the Jew.

“That’s very nice,” said the Pope. “What can I do for you?”

“My father was a cook too. So was my grandfather!” said the Jew.

“I gather,” said an increasingly bored pontiff.

“In fact, my ancestors have been cooks for over 2000 years,” the Jew kept pressing.

At his wit’s end, the pontiff replied, “You have been going on and on about this since you walked in… What can I do about that and how can I help you, young man?”

“Your Holiness,” said the Jew, “The Last Supper Bill still hasn’t been paid!”