Two Irishmen, Murphy and Seamus were discussing life in general over drinks one night in a Dublin pub.
The subject eventually got to old age, how long family members lived to, and what killed them off.
“My grandfather lived to be 96,” says Murphy.
“Ninety-six? That’s a fair old age. What did he die of?” asks Seamus.
“Whisky and women” replied Murphy.
“Well, that just goes to show ya,” snickered Seamus, “both will get you in the end.”
“Well actually, no, it’s not what ya think,” says Murphy. “Towards the end, Grandpa couldn’t get either, so he just laid down and died.”
