One evening, there was a knock on the O’Flannagans’ door.
“Hello Mary,” said Sean. “I’ve got some bad news for you.
There’s been a terrible accident down at the brewery and Pat
is dead.”
“Oh no, my poor husband!” sobbed Mary as she collapsed
on the ground. “What happened?”
“It wasn’t a pretty sight,” sighed Sean. “Pat fell into a huge
vat of Guinness and I’m afraid he drowned.”
“Aaagh!” wept Mary and for some minutes nothing more was
said. Eventually, Mary roused herself and said to Sean. “I
hope it was all over quickly?”
“I’m afraid not. He came out four times to take a pee.”