Planning for the After-Life
An Irishman named O'Malley went to his doctor after a long
The doctor, after a lengthy examination, sighed and looked
O'Malley in the eye, and said, "I've some bad news for you.
You have cancer, and it can't be cured. I'd give you two
weeks to a month to live."
O'Malley was shocked and saddened by the news, but of solid
character. He managed to compose himself and walk from the
doctor's office into the waiting room. There, he saw his son
who had been waiting. O'Malley said, "Well son, we Irish
celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things
don't go so well. In this case, things aren't so well. I have
and I've been given a short time to live. Let's head for the
pub and have a few pints."
After three or four pints, the two were feeling a little
less somber. There were some laughs and more beers. They were
eventually approached by some of O'Malley's old friends who
asked what the two were celebrating. O'Malley told them that
the Irish celebrate the good and the bad. He went on to tell
them that they were drinking to his impending end. He told
his friends, "I've only got a few weeks to live as I have
been diagnosed with AIDS."
The friends gave O'Malley their condolences, and they had a
couple more beers.
After his friends left, O'Malley's son leaned over and
whispered his confusion. "Dad. I though you said that you
were dying from cancer??? You just told your friends that you
were dying from AIDS!"
O'Malley said, "I am dying of cancer, son. I just don't want
any of them sleeping with your mother after I'm gone."