He calls, “Brian, come here Brian. I have a request for you.”
Brian walks to his friends bedside and kneels down.
“Brian, we`ve been friends all our lives, and now I`m dying here. I have one last request for you to do.”
Brian bursts into tears, “Anything Murphy, anything you 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.”
Brian was overcome by the beauty and true Irish spirit of his friend`s request.
“It is 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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