Drowned Husband
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 ya."
<br>"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But
where's my husband?"
<br>"That's what I'm here to be tellin' ya, Brenda. There was an accident
down at the Guiness brewery..."
<br>"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me..."
<br>"I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry."
<br>Finally, she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?"
<br>"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guiness Stout and drowned."
<br>"Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?"
<br>"Well, Brenda... no."
<br>"No?"
<br>"Fact is, he got out three times to pee."
