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 got somethin' to tell ya."
"Of course you can come in, you always welcome, Time ... but where's my husband?"
"That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda. There was an accident down at the Guiness brewery..."
"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me."
"I must, Brenda," said Tim. "Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry."
Finally, she looked up. "Tim, how did it happen then?"
"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout and drowned."
"Oh my dear heavens! But you must tell me true, Tim, did he at least go quickly?" Brenda asked.
"Well, Brenda, no. In fact, he got out three times to pee."
