An Englishman, Irishman and a Scotsman went to Italy for a holiday. Whilst there, they decided on a trip to the Vatican and wondered if there was any chance of seeing the Pope. They approached an Aide who said "you are very lucky, his Eminence has just had a cancellation and you can go in now". While speaking to the Pope, he made a horrible gasping sound and dropped dead. After a few minutes the Aide asked the friends not to say anything about the Popes death for a week as any leak would cause considerable chaos for the Catholic community. The friends agreed. But on the way home the Englishman said "we can make some money out of this if we bet on the Pope dying next week". So they went their various ways and met up a couple of weeks later after the Pope's death had been made public. I bet £1,000 at 500 to 1 and made a cool half million said the Englishman. I didnay do so well said the Scot; I bet £1,000 but could only get 300 to 1, but I'm happy enough. I lost, said the Irishman. How come said the other two, you were on a cert. Well, said the Irishman, I did it as double with the Archbishop of Canterbury.