An Irishman was on his deathbed, and he smells his wife cooking up a delicious smelling stew. So, with his last few gasps of breath, he tells her "Ah, Maggie, let me leave this world a happy man, give me just a wee taste 'o that stew you're cookin'". Maggies, tells him, "ah, sure, and I couldn't do that, Mike--I'm savin' it for the wake!" Jeff
