Six retired Irishmen were playing poker in O’Leary’s apartment when Paddy Murphy loses £250 on a single hand, clutches his chest, and drops dead at the table. Showing respect for their fallen brother, the other five continue playing standing up.
Eventually Michael looks around and asks, “Oh me boys, someone has to tell Paddy’s wife. Who will it be?”
They draw straws. Paul picks the short one. They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, and most important of all, don’t make a bad situation any worse.
“Discreet!? I’m the most discreet Irishman you’ll ever meet. Discretion is my middle name. Leave it to me.”
So Paul goes over to Paddy’s house and knocks on the door. Mrs. Murphy answers, and asks what he wants.
Paul promptly declares, “Your husband just lost £250, and is afraid to come home.”
“Tell him to drop dead!”, shouts Paddy’s wife.
“I’ll go tell him,” replied Paul with a smile.