A rich emigrant, who had lived for a long time in America, went back to his home land. Suddenly, his beloved dog, which he had taken with him, died. The emigrant went to the Pentecostal Church and asked the pastor:
"Pastor, may I have my dog buried here?"
"But how, this is a sacrilege, my brother!"
"But it was my favorite dog. I loved it as a human being ... "
"Go to the next Church. If you give them some money, they’ll bury the dog in their Church," said the pastor.
"If I give them 50 000 dollars, will they agree?"
"50 000 dollars?! Ah, my brother, why didn’t you tell me the dog was a Pentecostal?"