Ol’ Patrick Flannerty passed away at his job at the brewery

Mrs. Flannerty opened it, and looked at the assembled men in surprise.

“Why, good evenin’, boys! Err… Where’s my Patrick?”

“I’m afraid that’s what we’ve come to tell ye, Missus. Patrick slipped and fell in a vat of our finest stout at the brewery today…”

“Oh, no!”

“… and the poor fellow drowned, he did.”

The widow burst into tears. “Ahh, my poor Patrick! He never had a chance!”