ONE FINAL FREQUEST

TWO IRISHMEN, MURPHY AND O'BRIEN

GREW UP IN THE SAME VILLAGE TOGETHER.

THEY WERE FRIENDS ALL THEIR LIVES,

MARRIED A PAIR OF SISTERS

AND LIVED JUST DOWN THE STREET

FROM ONE ANOTHER. 

BUT NOW, MURPHY HAD CANCER

AND WAS LYING ON HIS DEATHBED,

SURROUNDED BY HIS FRIENDS. 

HE CALLS, "O'BRIAN, COME 'ERE O'BRIEN.

I 'AVE A REQUEST FOR YE."

O'BRIEN WALKS TO HIS FRIEND'S

BEDSIDE AND KNEELS DOWN. 

"O'BRIEN, WE'VE BEEN FRIENDS

ALL OUR LIVES, AND NOW I'M DYING 'ERE.

I 'AVE ONE LAST REQUEST FIR YE TO DO." 

O'BRIEN BURSTS INTO TEARS,

"ANYTHING MURPHY, ANYTHING YE WISH.

IT'S DONE." 

"WELL, UNDER MY BED IS A

BOX CONTAINING A BOTTLE OF THE

FINEST WHISKEY IN ALL OF IRELAND.

BOTTLED THE YEAR I WAS BORN IT WAS.

AFTER I DIE, AND THEY

PLANT ME IN THE GROUND,

I WANT YOU TO POUR THAT

FINE WHISKEY OVER ME GRAVE

SO IT MIGHT SOAK INTO MY BONES

AND I'LL BE ABLE TO ENJOY IT

FOR ALL ETERNITY." 

O'BRIAN WAS OVERCOME BY THE

BEAUTY AND TRUE IRISH SPIRIT

OF HIS FRIEND'S REQUEST.

"AYE, TIS A FINE THING YOU ASK OF ME

AND I WILL POUR THE WHISKEY.

BUT, MIGHT I STRAIN IT

THROUGH MY KIDNEYS FIRST?"