My kind of serious

I missed this the other day on WDTPRS.

Priceless...

Story: One day I was to be deacon for a Mass in St. Peter’s. Having vested at the altar under the Pietà, I – at the direction of the MC – took the thurible into the small vesting room nearby to have John Paul put in the incense. With his good-natured grandfatherly charm he kidded around. “You again! What is your seminary?” He knew full well, of course, and he knew I already worked in an office around the place as well. “The John Paul the Second Seminary, Santità“, quoth I. “Terrible! Terrible!”, quoth Peter’s Successor. Then, leaning in nearly nose to nose, the Vicar of Christ stabbed me hard in the chest several times with his finger and said, “Tu… devi essere serio… You… have to be serious.”