Two Scotsmen, Angus and Douglas, have been lifelong friends, but now Angus has been taken gravely ill, and is lying on his deathbed. His friend Douglas comes to visit.
"Och, Douglas, I'm a-feared I'm not lang fer this world," says Angus.
"Is there anythin' I can do fer ye?" asks Douglas.
"Weel, now that ye mention it, there is. I've been savin' a bottle of very rare, auld Scotch whisky fer a suitable occasion fer nigh unto fifty years, and I think me burial will be that occasion, so when they've covered me over with earth, Douglas, would ye be so kind, fer the sake of auld lang syne, to take that bottle o' whisky and pour it out o'er me grave?"
"Och, of course, Angus, 'tis but a wee request; I'd be honored to fulfill it," responds Douglas.
"Thank you, Douglas," says Angus, "I knew I could count on ye."
There follows a long silence, finally broken by Douglas.
"Uh...Angus?"
"Aye?"
"About that bottle of whisky..."
"Aye, Douglas, what about it?"
"Weel, afore I pour it out o'er your grave, would ye mind terribly if'n I drank it first?"