I'm sure this has no relationship to the hoary old story about the two Irish gents who had an agreement that, whichever died first, the survivor would pour their auld jug of Tullamore Dew over the grave at the end of the service. When asked by the Monsignor to complete his part, the gent retorted, "Aye, Father; but would he ever mind if I strained it through me kidneys first?" There might be a song there somewhere....