a tisket, a tasket, they forgot to bring the casket...

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive

Patrick: You woke up at your own wake surrounded by strangers? What did you do?
Paddy: I was going to rise up and shout “They won’t let me up until I bring them a pint of cider!” But then I figured one of them might actually know where the barrel was. So I did the only thing I could do
Paddy: I got up and walked out.
Patrick: No one noticed?
Paddy: They were still so inebriated, that at the procession a few of them had to go back to get the coffin
Paddy: Jayzus! There’s litter everywhere. It’s like he carries around a little bag of it like he’s Morpheus?