Paddy the Irishman tragically died in a fire and was badly burned. The morgue needed someone to identify the body, so his two best friends, Seamus and Sean, were called in.
Seamus went in first. The mortician pulled back the sheet, and Seamus said, “Yup, he’s burnt pretty bad. Roll him over.”
The mortician rolled him over.
Seamus looked and said, “Nope, it ain’t Paddy.”
Perplexed, the mortician brought Sean in to identify the body.
Sean took a look and said, “Yup, he’s burnt real bad. Roll him over.”
The mortician rolled him over.
Sean looked down and said, “No, it ain’t Paddy.”
The mortician asked, “How can you tell?”
Sean replied, “Well, Paddy had two arseholes.”
“What? He had two arseholes?” exclaimed the mortician.
“Yup, everyone knew he had two arseholes. Every time we went into town, folks would say, ‘Here comes Paddy with them two arseholes.'”
