A Wee Bit o’ Humour From the Auld Sod.
The Irish Wake
Mike and Pat approached their late friend’s cottage to the sounds of music and merriment emanating from the open doorway and windows of their friend Seamus’ home; for sadly, it was Seamus’ wake and they were going to pay their last respects to their long-time friend and fellow carouser…Seamus. The two friends entered the crowded and raucous room and were greeted by Kathleen …Seamus’ newly widowed wife. Faith and begorrah now… they expected to see Seamus laid out good and proper-like on a table in the center of the room as was the auld tradition. Instead, Kathleen explained it was at his own dying wish that the large table be settled upstairs and, sure now, that was where they would find him. So the two friends trudged the stairs with Kathleen and prayed for his soul; it would be grand now if we had three chairs to sit and spend a bit of time with him, Mike quietly whispered to Kathleen, so she went to the top of the stairs and shouted down to the boisterous crowd below; send up three chairs for Seamus! In response, someone at the bottom of the stairs cried aloud; send up three cheers for Seamus and the lot of ’em obligingly shouted; HIP-HIP HURRA …HIP-HIP HURRA, …HIP-HIP HURRRA!
…so, sure now, take a lesson from our fellow Catholic Irishmen; even in the most tragic and somber of times we should never lose our sense of humor.
Richard of Danbury, D.S.G.