Patty and Mike immigrate to the United States with a bottle of whiskey.

Two Irishmen, Paddy and Mike, immigrated to the United States with only the clothes on their backs and a 12 year old bottle of fine Irish Whiskey. They agreed to never touch the bottle until both had found their fortune, and they would share that bottle to celebrate. They both went on to amass fortunes, but they never seemed to find the time to get together and drink that bottle.

One day, Mike gets a call from Paddy's wife, and she says, "Mike, come quick. Paddy is dyin', and he wants to see you one more time." Mike drops everything and rushes to Paddy's bed. He says, "Paddy, it's me, Mike, your buddy for all these years." Paddy says, "Mike, my best friend, where did the years go? It seems like yesterd'y we got here with nuthin' but the clothes on our backs and that bottle of fine Irish Whiskey. It must be well over 60 years old by now, but we never drank it. Promise me this, Mike. Promise me you'll take that bottle of whiskey, and pour it out over me grave, to warm me in the cold, dark earth." Mike thinks about this, and replies, "Of course, Paddy, of course... but do ya mind if I pass it through me kidney's first?"

Edit: Paddy, not Patty