Nowadays, whisky and funerals are often still closely
connected, but there was once a time when whisky was an essential ingredient at a funeral. When an old lady died on one small Hebndean isle, in the middle of winter, the steamer had not been able to come near for some time, and there was a dearth of whisky on the island. With not enough whisky available to bury his mother with due ceremony, her son became anxious, and scanned the stormy horizon looking for any sign of the Dunara Castle. After a week’s watching, and no ship, he still refused to sanction the burial. ‘She’s auld, and it’s cauld, and she’s thin, and she’ll keep,’ he said.
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