Drowned

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 some thin' to tell ya."

"Of course you can come in. You're always welcome, Tim. But where's me husband?"

"That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda. There was an accident at the Guinness brewery."

" Oh, God, no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me."

"I must, Brenda. Your husband Seamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry."

Finally, she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?"

"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout and drowned."

"Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?"

"Well, Brenda, no. In fact, he got out three times to pee."