One evening, there was a knock on the O’Smith’ door.

“Hello Linda,” said Jeff. “I’ve got some bad news for you.

There’s been a terrible accident down at the brewery and at is dead.”

“Oh no, my poor husband!” sobbed Linda as she collapsed on the ground. “What happened?”

“It wasn’t a pretty sight,” sighed Jeff. “Pat fell into a huge vat of Guinness and I’m afraid he drowned.”

“Aaagh!” wept Linda and for some minutes nothing more was said. Eventually, Linda roused herself and said to Sean.

“I hope it was all over quickly?”

“I’m afraid not. He came out four times to take a pee.”