A minister had four sons, who were all ministers, and a single daughter. They all had a family reunion in the old, cold, rambling vicarage which had no central heating. An open log fire was blazing in the breakfast room on the first morning and the father, first down, was standing with his back to it, waiting for his bacon and eggs with devilled kidneys. The first son came down and stood beside him. The father asked how he had slept and he replied, "I had a funny dream last night, I dreamt I was in heaven. It was just like home, just like home, Dad." Another son came down just then and stood on the other side of the father with his back to the fire. After the same enquiry, ""I had a bizarre dream last night, I dreamt I was in heaven. It was just like home, just like home, Father." So it was the same with the other two sons who also gave similar answers.
Just as breakfast was being placed on the sideboard by the long-suffering mother, the daughter came into the breakfast room and the father asked her whether she had slept well. "Well, Dad, I did but I had a funny dream; I dreamt I was in hell, it was just like home, just like home. Couldn't see the f**king fire for bloody ministers!"