While walking on the street, a man suffered a heart attack. As he lay dying he began to yell out, "I need a priest, I need a priest!"
Another man came along and asked what was wrong. The dying man said, "I need a priest to give me last rites, I'm dying."
The passerby answered,"There are no priests around here, but maybe I can help. I'm not a religious person myself, but I have lived next to the Catholic Church my whole life and I hear their ritual all the time. I think that I can say it for you."
The dying man said, "Thank You."
So the helpful man leaned close to the dying man and in a soft voice repeated the ritual as he has heard it so many times: "B-4, N-33, G-52, I-25, ... Bingo.”
