Two Scotsmen, Angus and McDougle, had been friends their entire lives. Grew up in same village, best man at each others weddings, worked in the same mill till retirement.
Now McDougle lay on his death bed, stricken with cancer. The local priest had come and given the last rites, and it was now just a matter of hours. Suddenly McDougle calls out, “Angus, come 'ere Angus!”
Angus who has been at his friends side for days now, kneels by the bed, takes his friends hand, and says “What is it McDougle?”
“Angus, I have a request for you. Under me bed is a bottle of the finest whiskey in all of Scotland. Twas bottled the year of me birth some 78 years ago. I’ve been keeping it safe all these years for this day. Angus, after they lay me to rest, I want you to take the whiskey, open it, and pour the whiskey on me grave so it might soak into my bones and I can enjoy it for all eternity.”
Angus is touched beyond words at his friends dying wish. Such a noble, manly truly Scottish request. Gathering himself, Angus wipes away the tears.
“Oh tis a fine, fine thing, yea ask of me McDougle. But before I pour the whiskey, might I take the liberty of straining it through me kidneys first?”
