American Irish and death

When someone dies, everyone is sad except the Irish, they now have an excuse to party

When an Irishman does not know all the facts, it does not stop them from telling a great story

Later on they will fist to cuffs over what the truth is

Being only half Irish, I know some of the stories are hard to believe

The truth is never what happened, only how it is remembered

That memory changes with the number of tellings

Have a drink with Murphy at his grave, he was a good man

and he’s probably thirsty by now

I won’t tell you where they put the body, so the wake could continue

You would not believe me anyway….