Uncle Seamus who was a seafarer all his life, and a while before he passed away, he made his nephews Mick and Paddy promise to bury him at sea.
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 says, “Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out, Paddy?”
Without a word, Paddy slips over the side, only to be standing in water up to his knees.
“Dis’ll never do Mick, let’s row some more”.
After a bit more rowing, Paddy slips over the side again but the water is only up to his belly, so on they row.
Again Mick asks Paddy, “Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out Paddy?”
Once again Paddy slips over the side, and almost immediately says, “Nodis’ll neva do”. The water was only up to his chest.
So, on they row, and row, and row when finally Paddy slips over the side and disappears!
Quite a bit of time goes by and poor Mick is really getting himself into a state when suddenly Paddy breaks the surface gasping for breath.
“Well is it deep enuff yet, Paddy?”
“Aye it tis! Can yer hand me da shovel.”