Oh god I was going to write a full length thing for this but i don't have time or brainpower. But I just imagined Father Ezekiel running the confessional booth and if he had to deal with half of what some others deal with, I don't know if he could handle it.
You can be on the other side of the booth, confessing the lustful thoughts you have about him and all you would hear is nervous shuffling in the dead silence before eventually all he could think of saying is, "Why would you tell me that..." in the most pathetic, defeated voice possible. It would be followed up with another awkward chunk of silence before he contiunes with, "You can go now." He's fucking this up royally but he's being put in situations he didn't think were possible. This is why they don't have him taking confession unless he has to. Poor bastard needs a cigarette after.