Two men crashed their plane on a remote Pacific island. They staggered ashore and lay exhausted on the beach.

“What are we going to do? This island seems totally deserted. I’m off to explore.”

The other just folded his hands behind his head, lay down on the sand and said, ” I earn $250,000 a week.”

The first man came back breathless an hour later having been round the complete island.

“We’ve had it! We are going to die for sure. There is no food, nothing, on this island. What are we going to do?”

“I earn $250,000 a week,” the other man replied.

“Are you mad? You didn’t hear me. We are going to die here.”

“We’re okay. Don’t worry.”

“But you don’t understand the predicament we are in,” his friend screamed. “We are going to starve to death, and all you can tell me is that you earn $250,000 a week.”

“Listen,” his friend said calmly. “I earn $250,000 a week. I am a regular church-goer and I tithe. My pastor will find me!!!”