Brenda O’Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim
Finnegan arrives at her door. “Brenda, may I come in?” he asks.
“I’ve somethin’ to tell ya.”
“Of course you can come in, you’re always welcome, Tim. But
where’s my husband?”
“That’s what I’m here to be tellin’ ya, Brenda. There was an
accident down at the Guiness brewery…”
“Oh, God no!” cries Brenda. “Please don’t tell me…”
“I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I’m
sorry.”
Finally, she looked up at Tim. “How did it happen, Tim?”
“It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guiness Stout
and drowned.”
Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at
least go quickly?”
“Well, no Brenda… no.”
“No?”
“Fact is, he got out three times to pee.”