There's this old priest who got sick of all the people in his
parish who kept confessing to adultery.

One Sunday, in the pulpit, he said,
"If I hear one more person confess to adultery, I'll quit!"

Well, everyone liked him, so they came up with a code word.
Someone who had committed adultery would say they had "fallen."

This seemed to satisfy the old priest and things went well, until
the priest died at a ripe old age.

About a week after the new priest arrived, he visited the
mayor of the town and seemed very concerned.

The priest said, "You have to do something about the sidewalks
in town. When people come into the confessional, they
keep talking about having fallen."

The mayor started to laugh, realizing that no one had told the new priest about the code word.

Before the mayor could explain, the priest shook an
accusing finger at the mayor and said, "I don't know
what you're laughing about, your wife fell three times this week."