|with a bottle of whiskey at his feet|
|I was talking with my friend Kelly tonight, another drunken Irish chick, and we were discussing our funerals. It's funny, 'cause we both want to have a kegger instead of a funeral. I personally want to be buried with a bottle of whiskey as well.... She'd had a few quarts tonight, but she was being very serious and even went as far to write out her last will and testament. I'm not kidding, I have it in my purse. As I was sober, I thought it was the funniest shit in the world. She got some scrap of paper and wrote, "I, Kelly McNally, being of sound mind and body, do hereby state, as my last will and testament, that at my funeral, I want everyone to get sloppy drunk. Love, Kelly."
So Laird and Chevy, it's your responsibility to remember that if I die, I want to be buried with a bottle of whiskey. Bushmills would be nice. And everyone has to get drunk at my funeral, even if they don't drink. As my dad always says, "There's one less drunk at an Irish wake than there is at an Irish wedding."