In an Irish Convent, the 98 year old Mother Superior is on her deathbed.
She is surrounded by the other nuns, all doing whatever they can to make the Mother Superiorâs final voyage as comfortable as possible.
They try to give her warm milk to drink. She refuses it, and pushes the cup away.
One of the nuns returns to the kitchen with the cup of milk. There, she recalls the bottle of Irish Whisky given to the convent as a Christmas gift by a local landowner. She tips a large measure into the milk, returns to the Mother Superiorâs bedside, and gently holds the cup up to old nunâs mouth.
Barely perceptibly, the Mother Superiorâs dry, cracked lips move slightly, and she drinks a tiny drop. Then again, the lips move, and she drinks another drop. Then, opening her eyes slightly, she drinks more of a slurp than a drop. And so on until before anyone fully realizes what has happened, she has emptied the cup.
She then closes her eyes once again, and now it seems she is fading fast.
âOh, Mother Siobhanâ, one of the nuns wails, âplease, oh please, give us your final words of comfort or advice, before you leave us for that better place!â
With barely any strength left in her body, the aged nun lifts her head slightly and opens her eyes.
âDonât sell that cow.â
She is surrounded by the other nuns, all doing whatever they can to make the Mother Superiorâs final voyage as comfortable as possible.
They try to give her warm milk to drink. She refuses it, and pushes the cup away.
One of the nuns returns to the kitchen with the cup of milk. There, she recalls the bottle of Irish Whisky given to the convent as a Christmas gift by a local landowner. She tips a large measure into the milk, returns to the Mother Superiorâs bedside, and gently holds the cup up to old nunâs mouth.
Barely perceptibly, the Mother Superiorâs dry, cracked lips move slightly, and she drinks a tiny drop. Then again, the lips move, and she drinks another drop. Then, opening her eyes slightly, she drinks more of a slurp than a drop. And so on until before anyone fully realizes what has happened, she has emptied the cup.
She then closes her eyes once again, and now it seems she is fading fast.
âOh, Mother Siobhanâ, one of the nuns wails, âplease, oh please, give us your final words of comfort or advice, before you leave us for that better place!â
With barely any strength left in her body, the aged nun lifts her head slightly and opens her eyes.
âDonât sell that cow.â
