Two Irishmen, Murphy and O'Brian, grew up in the same village
together. They were friends all their lives and married a pair of
sisters. But now Murphy had cancer and was lying on his deathbed,
surrounded by friends.
He calls out, "O'Brian, come 'ere O'Brian. I 'ave a request for ye."
O'Brian walks to his friend's bedside and kneels down. "O'Brian, we've
been friends all our lives, and now I'm dying 'ere. I 'ave one last
request fir ye to do."
O'Brian bursts into tears. "Anything Murphy, 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 by the beauty and true Irish spirit of his
friend's request. "Aye, 'tis a fine thing you ask of me, and I will
pour the whiskey. But, might I strain it through me kidneys first?"
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