The
three old men stood side by side, laagers in hand, tears in their eyes, singing
in perfect harmony. Long removed brogues suddenly appeared as they sang.
♪ ♫...Look at the coffin
with golden handles...isn’t it grand, boys,
to be bloody well dead? Let’s not have a sniffle. Let’s have a bloody good cry
and always remember, the longer you live the sooner you bloody well die…♩ ♬
“Ah,
Tommy would have loved to be here,” Michael said sadly, wiping away a tear.
“To
be sure he would,” Patrick replied after a generous gulp from his mug, “Tommy
loved a wake better than anybody.”
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