Tim Finnegan knocks at her door

Brenda McCarthy is home making dinner for her husband Patrick when Tim Finnegan knocks at her door.

“May I come in, Brenda darling’?” says Tim sadly, “I’ve something to tell ya.”

“Of course, Tim, come in, but where’s Patrick?” she asks.

“That’s what I’m here to be telling ya, Brenda,” says Tim. “There was an accident down at the Brewery.”

“Oh, God NO!” cries Brenda. “Please don’t tell me…..”

“I’m so sorry, darling’” says Tim, his voice breaking, “Your dear husband Patrick is dead.”

Brenda buries her face in her hands and asks tearfully “How did it happen, Tim?”

“It was a terrible thing to see, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout and drowned.”

“Oh my dear Jesus! But tell me true, Tim, did he at least die quickly?”

Tim hesitated. “Well, no, darling, not really, no.”

“NO?”

“No, in fact he got out three times to pee.”