Mullanigan and Shayne were taking a little stroll.  "At my funeral,"
said Mullanigan, "I want you to pour a bottle of Irish Whiskey over
me grave."

"I'll be glad to," said Shayne.  "But would you mind if it passes
through me kindeys first?"

                         ****BONUS****  (at no extra charge!)

BONUS JOKE - What's Irish and sits in the sun?  Paddy O'Furniture.

 I'm Serfectly Pober.