An Irishman goes to his doctor after a long illness. The doctor, after a lengthy examination, sighs, looks him in the eye and says, "I've some bad news for you. You have cancer, and I’m afraid it can't be cured. I'd give you two weeks to a month to live." The guy is shocked and saddened by the news, but of solid character. He walks back into the waiting room where his son is waiting for him and says, "Well son, we Irish celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't so well. I have cancer, and I've been given a short time to live. Let go to the pub and have a few pints." After four or five pints, they are feeling a little less somber. There are some laughs and more beers. Eventually the two are approached by some of the guy’s old friends who ask them what they are celebrating. So the guy tells his friends, "I've got only a few weeks to live as I have been diagnosed with AIDS." His friends give are quite shocked about this and so they stay to have a couple of beers with him and his son. After his friends leave, the guys’ son leans over to his dad and whispers in confusion "Dad, I though you said that you had cancer? Why you just told your friends that you were dying from AIDS!" “Well“, the guy says, "I just don't want any of them fucking me in the ass after I'm gone."
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