TRUST AN IRISHMAN!

But alas, Patrick developed cancer, and was dying. While on his deathbed,
Patrick called to his buddy, "Sean, come 'ere. I 'ave a request for ye."
Sean walked to his friend's bedside and kneels.
"Shawny ole boy, we've been friends all our lives, and now I'm leaving 'ere.
I 'ave one last request fir ye to do."
O'Brian burst into tears, "Anything Patrick, anything ye wish. It's done."
"Well, under me bed is a box containing a bottle of the finest whiskey in
all of Ireland. Bottled the year I was born it was. After I die, and they
plant me in the ground, I want you to pour that fine whiskey over me grave
so it might soak into me bones and I'll be able to enjoy it for all
eternity."
O'Brian was overcome and in the true Irish spirit of his friend's request,
he asked,
"Aye, tis a fine thing you ask of me, and I will pour the whiskey. But,
might I strain it through me kidneys first?