A novice monk arrives at the monastery…..
He is assigned to help the other monks copy by hand the old canons & laws of the church. But he notices that all the monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscript. So the novice monk goes to the head abbot about this, pointing out that if someone made even the smallest error in the first copy, it would never be picked up. In fact, that error would be continued in all subsequent copies. The head abbot replies "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son." So, the head abbot goes into the caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscript is held in a vault that's been locked for hundreds of years.
Hours go by, and nobody sees him. Finally, the novice monk gets worried and goes downstairs to look for the head abbot. He finds him banging his head against the floor. His forehead is all bloody & bruised & he's crying uncontrollably. The younger man goes to the older & asks "what's wrong, father?" With a choking voice, the head abbot replies,
"The word is 'celebrate'."