On the day before the funeral, the old man’s coffin to the family home in accordance with ancient Scottish tradition. There, as the deceased lay on the dining room table, the family paid their respects by drinking his whisky and squabbling over how their inheritances should be spent.
Eventually, they all left and locked the door behind them.
Then it was the old man’s turn.
Rising from the coffin, he poured himself a generous measure of his beloved MacAllan, then left the drained glass on its side.
They think they’re rid of me, he chuckled, but the fun’s just beginning…
Eventually, they all left and locked the door behind them.
Then it was the old man’s turn.
Rising from the coffin, he poured himself a generous measure of his beloved MacAllan, then left the drained glass on its side.
They think they’re rid of me, he chuckled, but the fun’s just beginning…
