They had an Uncle Seamus who was a seafaring gent all his life and a while before he passed away, he made the boys promise to bury him at sea.
Of course he did pass away and the boys remembered to keep their promise.
So off they set with Uncle Seamus all stitched up in a burial bag and loaded onto their rowing boat.
After a while Мiск says, ‘Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out, Раddy?’
Without a word Раddy slips over the side only to be standing in water up to his knees.
‘Dis’ll never do Мiск, let’s row some more’.
After a bit more rowing Раddy slips over the side again but the water is only up to his belly, so on they row.
Again Мiск asks Раddy, ‘Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out Раddy?’
Once again Раddy slips over the side and almost immediately says, ‘Nodis’ll neva do’. The water was only up to his chest.
So on they row and row and row when finally Раddy slips over the side and disappears!
Quite a bit of time goes by and poor Мiск is really getting himself into a state when suddenly Раddy breaks the surface gasping for breath.
‘Well is it deep enuff yet, Раddy?’
‘Aye it tis! Can yer hand me DA shovel.
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