An old Scotsman lay in his deathbed barely able to talk. He called his best friend close and made him promise to pour his last bottle of 25 year old single malt scotch over the grave after he had been laid to rest. The friend promised to do as requested. The doctor in attendence, having overheard the conversation, asked the friend is that wasn't a waste of fine scotch. The friend replied, "aye, twould be unless I filter it through me kidneys first."