Sean and Patrick were best friends from childhood.
During one particular night of revelry, the two agreed when the first one of them passed away, the other would pour the contents of a bottle of fine, Irish whiskey over the grave of the fondly missed, and recently dead, friend.
As fate would have it, Sean would be the first to pass. Pat, hearing of his friend’s illness, came to visit his dear friend one last time. “Sean,” said Pat, “can you hear me?”
Faintly, Sean replied, “Aye, Paddy, I can.” Bashfully, Pat started, “Do you remember our pact, Sean?”
“Yes, I do Paddy,” Shawn strained. “And, you’ll also remember I was to pour the contents of a fine, aged bottle of whiskey over your grave, which we have been saving for, going on 30 years now?” said Pat.
“Aye Paddy, that I do,” whispered Sean.
“It’s a very “old” bottle now, you know,” urged Pat.
“What are you gettin’ at Pat?” asked Sean, briskly.
“Well Sean, when I pour the whiskey over your grave, would you be minding if I were to filter it through me kidneys first?”