The wise old Mother Superior from the convent in Tipperary was dying.
The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her comfortable. They
gave her some warm milk to drink, but she refused it. Then, one nun took
the glass back to the kitchen. Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey
received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened it and poured a generous
amount into the warm milk.
She returned to the Mother Superior's bed and held the glass to her
pale, bloodless lips. Mother took a little sip, then a little more. Before
they knew it, she'd drank the whole glass down to the last drop.
"Mother," the nun asked in earnest, "Please give us a word of wisdom
before you leave us to go to your well-deserved reward."
The stricken Mother painfully raised herself up in bed and with a pious
look on her face said, "Don't sell that cow!"