Actually there were five of them.
You can't beat a time-worn old-fashioned Irish joke.
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Now it's just a memory........
I tripped over one of those memories in the dark at about 4 a.m. this morning after being in the obsy... a five-foot long two-foot diameter sawn-off memory in the middle of the lawn 🙄
As you've opened this can of worms, another joke from the lazy stereotype school of humour :
Murphy had sadly passed away and as is traditional in rural Irish households they had a wake and it wasn't long before a serious party arose and all the mourners began to get a little drunk.
The local priest called to the house and was a little put out by the extent of the reveries and asked the widow Murphy if he could view the remains. Of course she had no objection and brought him upstairs to the bedroom where poor Murphy lay but was disgusted to discover a room devoid of all furniture with the man's remains lying on the bare floorboards..
"This will not do at all" said father Byrne indignantly. "Get me a chair for his head, one for his middle and another for his feet and we will lie him across the three of them"..
The widow Murphy went to the top of the stairs and shouted down to the revellers "I need three chairs for Murphy"..
After a short silent pause they all shouted, Hip Hip Hooray, Hip Hip Hooray, Hip Hip Hooray!