There's a middle ages vintage tradition that the week after Easter you tell jokes, to remind you that God really put one over on the Devil when Jesus rose from the dead.
Here's one of my favorites:
Did you hear about the dyslexic, insomniac agnostic? Yeah. He stayed awake all night wondering if there is a dog.
And speaking of dogs . . . I've got to get this new book. The author is a Presbyterian, you know: