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Originally Posted by Wiotte
My blessed mother shoved a fifth of Irish whiskey under her dead fathers arm while he slept in his coffin. Trust me, that bottle is empty now.  |
When Paddy was on his death bed, he told his wife, Mary, be wanted to take his money with him. He made her promise to carry out his last request.
When he died, and the funeral was over, her son ask.
"Mom, did you carry out his last request"
" Yes, son, my word is golden, he took his money with him. Last night when everyone was gone and I said my final goodbye, I slipped a check into his pocket.