Mick had passed away and as usual the minister was reciting his history and attributes at his funeral. … …. ” Mick was a great family man,always helping with the dish washing and housework, a model husband and father, never late out and has not allowed a drop of whisky to pass his lips” His widow, squirming in her seat, could stand it no more, bent down and whispered to her son, “Jimmy, go on up and look in the coffin, I think we might be at the wrong funeral”