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At her home in Dublin, Brenda Shaughnessy is making dinner, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door.

"Brenda, may I come in?" he asks. "I've somethin' to tell ya."

"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome here, Tim. But where's my husband?"

"That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda. There was a terrible accident down at the Guinness brewery."

"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me…"

"I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry."

Finally, she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?"

"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout and drowned."

"Oh No! But you must tell me truth, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?"

"Well, Brenda... No. In fact, he got out three times to pee, he did."
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