Holy Milk

(This story takes place shortly after the veneration of Mother Theresa. My family and I are watching a news report about the ceremony that took place earlier. My brother is 22.)

Brother: “The Vatican? That’s where they put all the dead people in the walls, right?”

Me: “Catacombs… The word you’re looking for is catacombs.”

(A couple of minutes pass.)

Brother: “Oh, that’s who Mother Theresa was? I always thought she was some kind of milk maid or something.”