Mick and Pat had promised their Uncle Mike, who had been a
seafaring gent all his life, to bury him at sea when he died.

Of course, in due time, he did pass away and the boys kept their
promise.

They set off with Uncle Mike all stitched up in a burial bag and
loaded onto their rowboat.

After a while Mick says, 'Do yer think this is fer enuff out, Pat?'

Without a word Pat slips over the side only to find himself standing
in water up to his knees.

'Bay the lard jaysus this'll never do, Mick. Let's row some more.'

After a bit more rowing Pat slips over the side again but the water
is only up to his belly, so they row on.

Again Mick asks Pat, 'Do yer think this is fer enuff out Pat?'

Once again Pat slips over the side and almost immediately says, 'No
this'll neva do.' The water was only up to his chest.

So on they row and row and row and finally Pat slips over the side
and disappears.

Quite a bit of time goes by and poor Mick is really getting himself
into a state when suddenly Paddy breaks the surface gasping for breath.

'Well is it deep enuff yet, Pat?



'Aye 'tis,

NOW hand me that shovel.'