The elderly Scottish Laird lay near death and called his faithful manservant to his bedside to hear his final request.
“Hamish,” he said, “When I’m gone I want you to take that bottle of single malt Scottish whisky that’s been in the family for thirty years and pour it over my grave.”
“Certainly Sir,” replied the servant in his thick brogue, “But do ye mind if I filter it through me kidneys first?”
… Now that’s a canny man!
This is for all the humorous folk in Scotland who always have time for some banter ☺️