Three Irishmen, Paddy, Sean, and Shamus, were stumbling home
from the pub late one night and found themselves on the road which
led past the old graveyard.

"Come have a look over here," says Paddy, "it's Michael O'Grady's
grave, God bless his soul. He lived to the ripe old age of 87."

"That's nothing," says Sean, "here's one named Patrick O'Toole and
it says here that he was 95 when he died." Just then, Shamus yells
out, "Good God, here's a fella that got to be 145!"

"What was his name?" asks Paddy.

Shamus stumbles around a bit, awkwardly lights a match to see what
else is written on the stone marker, and exclaims, "Miles, from Dublin."