The news is so bad, I must lighten the depression with a joke:
A woman was walking through County Cork one afternoon, when she happened accross her local vicar.
"Ah, Mrs. Flanagan, is it"?
"Aye"
"And Didn't I marry you a while back"?
"Aye, you did Vicar."
"And would ye be having any wee ones, Mrs. Flanagan"?
"No, not as yet, Vicar."
"Well, I'll be going to the Vatcian soon to study. I shall light a candle and pray for ye, and yer husband."
Several years later, Mrs. Flanagan was walking thought town, when she happened upon the the vicar....
"Aye, would it be Mrs. Flanagan"?
"Aye, vicar, tis I."
"Did ye start yer family with wee ones as yet"
"Aye, vicar, we have two daughters, a son who is three, and triplets who are almost two."
"Aye, thats great! And yer husband, how is the lad"?
"Aye, he is traveling now."
"On business"?
"No, he went to the Vatican to blow out yer butterin' candle"