[Ghoulish Delight]

There's an old joke. It's written from a Jewish perspective, but me thinks it would translate just as well to Christianity (necessary vocabulary - shul: Yiddish word for synagogue):

After a shipwreck, a young Jewish man managed to survive, stranded on a deserted island. He spent several years, building shelters, foraging for food, and learning the art of survival as he went. Miraculously, he was one day able to catch the attention of a military ship that passed by the remote island and was rescued.

Once recovered from his ordeal, he returned to the island with a camera crew filming the story of his survival. The shelters he had built were still in tact and he began to give the crew a tour. "Over here is where I slept," he said, pointing to a small but sturdy lean-to structure. "Behind it is where I stored my food," gesturing towards an ingenious pantry that he had built half burried to keep things cooler. "And most importantly to me, is this building, my shul. It was with God's help that I managed to survive." He continued the tour, pointing out the smaller immenities he had set up for himself. After a while, the crew noticed that he had not mentioned one large building, just down the beach from his shul. "What's the one?" one of them asked. "That?" he responded. "Feh, that's the other shul, I wouldn't be caught dead in there!"