Retiring
The local vicar was retiring, and at his leaving supper, people were paying tribute to him.
During the event, a little old woman sidled up to him and said.
"I am sorry to see you go. The next one won't be as good as you."
"You don't know that" he said, modestly. "He might be even better."
"Oh no, he won't" she replied.
"You don't know who it will be, how can you be so sure?"
"I have seen eight vicars come and go in my time," she replied, "and each one has been worse than the last."