mrmark

It's all relative. My older brother fell down a flight of stairs and died of a broken neck many years ago. After a "proper" Irish wake, we gathered at the funeral home for the burial service. A relative made the unfortunate observance "This will be the only tripo he ever made without a six-pack," I promply corrected that mistake. He was buried with 3 cans of Guinesses stout and 6 cans of Rheingold McSotley's ale under his elbows!

Make that McSorleys ale! At the church the priest was giving the usual homilies when the organist reached down and switched the organ's amplifier off. There was a loud "pop", and my sister mutteres loudly. "Jesus, he coulden't wait! He's opening them already!" We all started laughing as quietly as you can at a funeral. To this day, I am sure the priest thought that his fly was open.

hahahahahaha oh thats an awesome story Mike !!! Sorry to hear of your brother. Thanks for sharing that. Sorry to hear mr mark.