After a night of heavy drinking, two Irishmen stagger home from their country pub, intending to take a short cut through the graveyard.
Being much the worse for wear, they decide to take a rest against a stone, where Paddy reads the inscription.
“Do y’know, Michael, this fella here lived till he was 103!!”
“And did he come from hereabouts then?” asks Michael.
“No,” says Paddy, reading the stone, “he was Miles, from Dublin”
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