O'Meara (and other Bushmills* lovers):

In a Cieran Carson's delightful book about Irish (and particularly Ulster) folk music, "Last Night's Fun," there's a great story about the legendary player who left instructions to be buried in a white tuxedo jacket with a half-bottle of Bush in the inside breast pocket.

I'm not sure, but I think it was the regular stuff, neither the black label nor the extra-aged single malt.

(* No apostrophe -- the little town where the world's oldest distillery is located is named Bushmills, with the "s.")

The Henehan