An Irishman named O'Malley went to his doctor after a long illness.
The doctor after a lengthy examination, sighed and looked O'Malley
in the eye and said, "I've some bad news for you. You have cancer,
and it can't be cured. You'd best put your affairs in order."
O'Malley was shocked and saddened. But, being a solid character,
he managed to compose himself and walk from the doctor's office into
the waiting room, where his son had been waiting.
"Well son, we Irish celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate
when things don't go well. In this case, things aren't going so well.
I have cancer. Lets head to the pub and have a few pints."
After 3 or 4 pints, or more, the two were feeling a little less somber.
There were some laughs and some more beers. They were eventually
approached by some of O'Malley's old friends, who were curious as
to what the two were celebrating O'Malley told them that the Irish
celebrate the good as well as the bad. He went on to tell his friends
that they were drinking to his impending end. He told his friends,
"I have been diagnosed with AIDS."
The friends gave O'Malley their condolences, and they had a couple
of more beers.
After the friends left, O'Malley's son leaned over and whispered his
confusion. "Dad, I thought you told me that you were dying of cancer,
and you just told your friends that you were dying of AIDS!"
O'Malley said, "I don't want any of them sleeping with your Mother
after I am gone."