Reminds me of this joke:
A man was stranded on a deserted Pacific island for years. Finally one day a boat comes sailing into view, and the man frantically waves and draws the skipper’s attention. The boat comes near the island and the sailor gets out and greets the stranded man.
After a while the sailor asks, “What are those three huts you have here?”
“Well, that’s my house there.”
“What’s that next hut?” asks the sailor.
“I built that hut to be my church.”
“What about the other hut?”
“Oh, that’s where I used to go to church.”
A man is stopped on the streets of Ulster by an armed man, and this was the bad old days when you looked over your shoulder, were careful what neighborhoods you visited and moved along smartly.
He had wandered into a strange neighborhood.
The man with the gun demands to know, “Are you Catholic or Protestant?”
The stopped man stammers, “Why ... I, I, I’m an atheist!”
The armed man hesitates and then asks, “Sure you are. All right then. Are you a Protestant atheist or a Catholic atheist?”