Uncle Seamus was a seafarer all his life. A while before he passed away, he made his nephews Mick and Paddy promise to give him a burial at sea when the time came.
Sure enough, the time came when Uncle Seamus passed away and Mick and Paddy decided that they ought to fulfill the promise that they had made to him.
So, one morning, a few days after his passing, off they set with Uncle Seamus all stitched up in a burial bag and loaded it onto their rowing boat.
After a while Mick said, “Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out, Paddy?”
Without a word, Paddy slipped over the side of the boat, only to end up standing in water up to his knees.
“Dis’ll never do Mick, let’s row some out more”, he said.
After a bit more rowing, Paddy slipped over the side again but the water was only up to his belly, so on they rowed.
Again Mick asked Paddy, “Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out Paddy?”
Once again Paddy slipped over the side and almost immediately said, “Nodis’ll neva do”.
The water was still only up to his chest.
So, on they rowed and rowed and rowed until finally Paddy slipped over the side and disappeared under the water!
Quite a bit of time went by and poor Mick was really getting himself into a state, when suddenly Paddy broke the surface gasping for breath.
“Well is it deep enuff yet, Paddy?”
“Aye it tis Mick! Can yer hand me da shovel”.
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