I really didn’t want to be bothering you about this but Maud Harrigan died yesterday, dropped dead at our kitchen table. No loss if you ask me. But wait till you hear. We’re waking her, yeah you got that right, we’re waking her. She near enough lived here and she died here and we’re not going to get rid of her till she’s carried out that bloody door. And in the meantime I have to listen to Mammy’s crap.
“Poor Maud, she’d nobody. She was wile lonely since Bobby died. Always looking to do you a good turn so she was.” Bobby was glad to get out of it. He was the only corpse I ever saw with a smile on its face. Everybody at the wake remarked on it, one or two that I heard talking gave the credit to Charlie Bradley and Denis McLaughlin of Bradley & McLaughlin but most of the women at the wake decided it could only mean he was in heaven. I thought he looked more like he’d got out of hell.
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HumorTHE YEAR is 1968 and the Swinging Sixties are still swinging - though not in Ireland. But wait! An old woman dies in a northern Irish town and her wake becomes a rendezvous for lesbians, bisexuals and political revolutionaries. And in there among t...
