There are many good reasons for drinking,
One has just entered my head.
If a man doesn’t drink when he’s living,
How the hell can he drink when he’s dead?
And another Irish drinking tale – This one is about wishing for a long life:
Three tipsy Irishmen, Paddy, Sean and Michael, had left the pub rather late one night and found themselves on the road leading past the old graveyard.
“Come here and have a look,” says Paddy, “‘Tis Thomas Harrington’s grave, it ‘tis. And may God rest his soul. The good man lived to the ripe old age of 87. Good blood, those Harringtons!”
“Ah! That’s nothing,” says Sean. “Here’s one ‘twas named Patrick O’Grady. It says that he was 95 when he passed. Now, the O’Gradys! They’re a hardy bunch, they are!”
Just then, Michael shouts, “Forget him, here’s one fella that lived to be 145 years old!”
“145! No way!” Yells Paddy.
“And, what was his name?” asks Sean.
Michael stumbles around in the dark a bit and awkwardly lights a match, trying to see what else is written on the stone marker. Finally he exclaims, “Miles…”
“Miles who?” asks Paddy.
The Irish ignore anything they cannot drink or punch.