The double was nearly complete. Aluminum tube skeleton, rubber gloves filled with sawdust, a latex moulding of his own face; the works. Same size and weight, and everything spray painted a pale beige pink identical to his skin tone. You would have to get pretty close to notice any difference. That wouldn't be a problem.
Personality had been a concern, but a database of some polite phrases and a few vague comments about the weather was close enough. And now the final touch: a sense of humor comprised of three hundred jokes copied from Reader's Digest and other magazines. Soon he could disappear, and nobody would ever know.
A priest and a rabbi walk into a bar...