(There was a priest who visited my great-grandfather after my great-uncle died. He was looking at my great-grandfather's garden.)
Priest: Are those pansies out there?
Great-Grandfather: Can I tell you a secret?
Priest: Sure, that's what I'm here for.
Great-Grandfather: It's Hungarian marijuana.
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