On their fortieth wedding anniversary, Joseph and Mary made love under the date tree. He wasn’t able to screw her as energetically as he once had, but he knew his wife’s body well enough.

When they’d finished, he turned to her and asked the question he’d waited four decades to ask.

“Who was it then? An angel of the Lord? Come on! I won’t be angry. I’m curious. Seriously, who was it?”

Sixty-year-old women do not blush as readily as teenagers, but Mary did then.

“It was…Pontious Pilate.”

Joseph’s eyes widened.

“Cut! Great cliffhanger, guys!” said the episode's director.