George and John are the sole survivors of a shipwreck and find themselves marooned on a small island in the middle of the ocean. George, in a panic : This is awful, we're going to die here. No one will ever find us way out here in the middle of nowhere. John, calmly: Relax my friend, we'll be found in no time George: How can you say that? We're on a tiny island in the middle of nowhere. We're doomed! John: You really need to calm down, my friend, we're going to be resuced any time now. Trust me, I make a million dollars a year. It will be all right. George: Who cares how much you make, you fool, money here is useless. We're on a tiny island, in the middle of the ocean. John: Ah, yes, but you see, I make a million dollars a year and I tithe...trust me, my pastor will find us!