McGillicuddy’s Wake

Two new crutches and two double shots of Bushmills Irish Whiskey enabled Joe Faherty to move from the back seat of Moira Murphy’s 1976 Buick into Eagan’s Funeral Home for Tim McGillicuddy’s wake. At 87, Joe was in bad shape, only a tad better than McGillicuddy who looked splendid in a rococo casket.

The way the funeral home had painted McGillicuddy’s face, he looked better than most of the folks who had come to say good-bye. Many of them were in their eighties. Even Moira, who still had her driver’s license, was creaky at 75.

McGillicuddy was 90 when he fell off his horse out in the country. Until that moment he hadn’t been sick a day in his life. Never drank and never smoked. Women were his passion. He was was calling on a couple until the day he died.

Few folks knew that McGillicuddy had been expelled from Ireland by the British in 1920. He was 18. He had been captured at 16 bringing guns to older IRA rebels who were fighting the British. A few rebels with rifles caused the British occupiers a lot of problems.

For two years they kept McGillicudy in prison. They finally agreed to let him go to America. Why not, McGillicuddy thought. Life in America had to be better than prison.

In the funeral home, however, much to the disgust of Joe Faherty, the priest had come to the wake early. This meant Joe didn’t have time to grab his crutches and get to the bar next door before the priest started the rosary. The custom at Irish wakes was that the priest would arrive at 6:30 p.m. and all the men would have made it to the bar by then. The women would say the rosary with the priest.

But this was a new priest and there he was in front of the casket saying 15 decades of the rosary. Not the traditional five, as was the case at Polish wakes.

Joe figured it would take the priest an hour to finish. Then he’d ask Moira to take him home. He was too tired to go to the bar. Besides, he had had more than the two double shots of Bushmills he had mentioned to Moira.

Moira drove Joe home. She waited until he was inside the house. She wanted to make certain his new crutches wouldn’t result in a fall. Joe waved good-bye to Moira and shut the door but didn’t lock it. He had to let the dog out.

Although he hated to turn on a light—he lived on Social Security—he turned on just one because it was as dark inside as it was outside. He planned to buy some candles.

As soon as Joe turned on the light, he saw McGillicuddy in his favorite recliner wearing the same fancy suit he had on in the casket.

“What the hell are you doing here,” Faherty asked. “Why didn’t you stay where you were. We got through the rosary so why do this. They’ll come here first, considering all the years we’ve been friends.”

McGillicuddy didn’t say a word.

“Well,” said Faherty, “if you aren’t in the mood to talk, I’ll have another Bushmills till you decide to say something. You don’t look dead. In fact, you never looked better.”

McGillicuddy maintained his silence.

“It’s too bad you don’t drink. You could join me in some Bushmills. It’s as good today as it was back in Ireland.”

Down deep Faherty didn’t know what to do with dead McGillicuddy in his favorite recliner. How long, he wondered, would McGillicuddy stay. He wanted to be friendly but there was a limit to his hospitality.

“Let’s watch the news on television,” Faherty said, turning on the set. “Maybe they’ll explain how I’ve come to enjoy your company.

“You didn’t drive, did you? If you need a lift I’m sure Moira will come pick you up. After all, you two almost got married. I think she’s still fond of you.

Still, not a word out of McGillicuddy.

“I’m going in the kitchen and call Moira,” Joe said. “I’ll be right back. We can talk about which way you’re going, up or down, if you know what I mean.

“The bets were about even on you. I told everyone you’d be in heaven before they embalmed you. Except for the women, you probably didn’t commit another mortal sin in your life. Of course, you were dead when the priest gave you the Last Rites. Don’t know if they work on a dead person. Let’s hope they do.”

Faherty hoisted himself out of the guest chair, got on his crutches and headed for the kitchen to call Moira. He stumbled a bit on the rug because he wasn’t used to the crutches or all that Bushmills.

“Hello, Moira,” Faherty said when she answered the phone. “Could you drop back here for a minute. I’ve got an unexpected guest who needs a lift. I think you’ll be happy to see him. I have to go to bed. We’ve got McGillicuddy’s funeral Mass tomorrow. Wouldn’t want to miss that.”

Moira said she’d be right over. Faherty, heading back to the parlor, tripped over his dachshund. The dog had slept through all the commotion with McGillicuddy. Joe landed with a thud on his forehead. He never moved.

The next day Moira blamed Joe’s death on his crutches and indeed that was part of the problem. No mention was made of the Bushmills, however. Moira, who had found the body, found the half empty bottle and took it home.

As Joe’s driver for three years Moira thought she deserved the liquor. But she wondered who the guest was that Joe had called about. When she got to his house, there was only the dachshund snoring next to the body.

About Donal Mahoney

Nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart prizes, Donal Mahoney has had poetry and fiction published in print and web publications in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa.

>> Donal Mahoney's author page

More Comedy stories

Discover our random name generators

Gang Name Generator Website Name Generator Photography Name Generator Goliath Name Generator Ship Name Generator Vampire Name Generator Tavern Name Generator Newspaper Name Generator Dragonborn Name Generator Hillbilly Name Generator Harry Potter Name Generator Knight Name Generator Superhero Name Generator Old Celtic Name Generator Necromancer Name Generator Drag Queen Name Generator Hobbit Name Generator Gem Name Generator Genie Name Generator Stage Name Generator Record Label Name Generator British Name Generator Nickname Generator Story Title Generator Jewish Name Generator Lake Name Generator Cowboy Name Generator Magazine Name Generator Song Title Generator Hotel Name Generator Old Roman Name Generator Alien Name Generator Medieval Name Generator Dwarf Name Generator Old English Name Generator Gnome Name Generator Forest Name Generator Character Personality Generator Slave Name Generator Viking Name Generator

Would you like to see more? Then check out our full list of random name generators.

The Story Shack offers a wide range of flash fiction, writing tools and random name generators. Enjoy reading stories, get help writing them or generate names for anything you need, be it huge Triple A Games or awesome Indie ones, D&D roleplaying adventures, science fiction movies or perhaps even a newborn child. Whatever you're here for, thanks for stopping by and please enjoy your stay!