The old Scotsman was on his deathbed, his lifelong best friend by his side. He pointed to the cupboard and said “Angus, there is a fifty-year-old bottle of the finest scotch in there. When I die I want you to pour this bottle over my grave.
Angus was overcome with emotion, tears running down his cheeks. “Aye, my old friend and when you die, I will give it my personal touch for you and strain it through my kidneys.