Angus and Fergus were the best of friends and had always been so. Each would do anything for the other, and both knew it.

One day, Angus, feeling the bitter wind of age tugging at his collar, called his old friend to his side and asked him for a favor.

"Name it," replied Fergus.

"I've saved a quart of ancient hieland whusky that were put up by m'da on the day that I were born and should I pass away a'fore ye, I'd ask ye, Fergus, to unstopper the cork and drain it to the last drop out upon m'grave. Would ye do that for me, my oldest, dearest bosom friend?"

"Aye," replied Fergus, the mist gathering in his eye as he looked into the face of his ailing friend. "And I have one favor to ask ye in return."

"Name it," replied Angus.

"Would ye mind at all if I passed it just once through me kidneys forst?"