It can be hard work being a well-meaning new minister ;-)

Pastor H. Oly, came fresh from college to start his position in the parish. The head of the church board encouraged him to pay a visit to old Edna.
The paster goes with hopefully, and is sat down in the living room with a cuppa. "So, Edna, I'm the new pastor of the congregation." "Sure" old Edna replies. Slowly the conversation moves over a few light subjects, but soon there's not much to be said.
The pastor hits on the brilliant idea of talking about more personal stuff.
"How are your children doing, Edna?" "Sure," says Edna "I have a daughter, but she's been in prison for nine years." This more or less kills off the conversation.
Luckily Edna breaks it: "I also have a son - but he jumped from the 6th floor."
What to do, what to do? The minister feels he saves it by asking: "Do you have other children?"
This makes Edna take a deep breath before she answers:
"Sure, I have a son at uni."
Relieved pastor H. Oly lights up, convinced he has hit fertile ground: "So, what does your son do at university?"
After a short pasue Edna answers: "He's preserved in the Institute of Anatomy."