Vat Drowning
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 ye.”
“Of course
come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But where's my husband?”
“That's what I'm after tellin'
ye, Brenda. There was an accident down at the Guinness 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 Guinness Stout and drowned.”
“Oh my dear
Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?”
“Well, no
Brenda... no. Fact is, he got out three times to pee.”