"Brenda, may I come in?" he asks. "I've somethin' to tell ya."

"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But where's my husband?"

"That's what I'm here to be tellin' ya, Brenda. There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery..."

"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me..."

"I must, Brenda. Your poor husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry."

Tears in her eyes, she looks up at Tim and asks: "How did it happen? Don't spare me anything."

"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a full vat of Guinness Stout and drowned."

"Oh my dear Be-Jesus, you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?"

"Well, no Brenda... no. Fact is, he got out three times to pee."