Two Irishmen, Murphy and Brian grew up in the same village together. They were friends all their lifes, married a pair of sisters, and lived just down the street from one another.
But now, Murphy had cancer, and was lying on his deathbed, surrounded by his friends.

He calls, " Brian, come here Brian. I have a request for you "
Brian walks to his friends bedside and kneels down.
" Brian, we've been friends all our lifes, and now I'm dying here. I have one last request for you to do.
Brian bursts into tears," Anything Murphy, anything you wish. It's done "

" Well, under my bed is a box containing a bottle of the finest whiskey in all of Ireland.
Bottled the year I was born it was. After I die, and they put me six feet under, I want you to pour that fine whiskey over my grave so it might soak into my bones and I'll be able to enjoy it for all eternity "
Brian was overcome by the beauty and true Irish spirit of his friend's request.

" It is a fine thing you ask of me, and I will pour the whiskey. But, might I strain it through my kidneys first ? "