Both are seated in wheelchairs by the window, watching the world go by.
Rich turns to Larry and says, "Buddy, I feel my time is coming soon. Do me a favour though, will ya? When I'm six feet under, pour a bottle of Scotch on my grave for me." Larry agrees.
True to his word, Rich passes a few days later. Larry joins him shortly after. When they meet in heaven at St. Peter's gate, Larry immediately starts to cry.
"What's got into ya, man?" exclaims Rich.
Larry chokes out, "Rich, we had a beautiful funeral for ya. I came back after everyone left, and like ya asked, brought the best bottle of Scotch I could find."
Rich is bewildered. "I knew ya to be a man of yer word, but why the tears?"
"Is it okay if it passed through my kidneys first?"
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