There once were two Irishmen named Paddy and Sean, who were the best of friends. During one particular night of revelry, the two agreed that when one passed on, the other would take and spill 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. … … Paddy, hearing of his friend’s illness, came to visit his dear friend one last time. … … “Sean,” said Paddy, “can ye hear me?” … … Faintly, Sean replied, “Yes, Paddy, I can.” Bashfully, Paddy started, “Do ye remember our pact, Sean?” “Yes, I do, Paddy,” Sean strained. “And, you’ll also remember that I was to pour the contents of a fine, old bottle of Irish whiskey over your grave, which we have been saving for going on 30 years now?” said Paddy. “Yes Paddy, I do,” whispered Sean. “It’s a very old bottle now, ye know,” urged Paddy. “And what are ye gettin’ at, Paddy?” asked Sean, briskly. “Well Sean, when I pour the whiskey over your grave, would ye mind if I filter it through me kidneys first?”