In Ireland there is a tradition that holds that a dying man may ask one last question, and that it be answered truthfully.

Seamus had come to the end of his days; his time on this planet was short. Gathered around him was his wife and his four sons. Three of his sons were fine, tall men but the fourth...wasn't. Aiden was a bit scrawny, and quite thin. Seamus says to his wife:

"Mary...I've not much time left. So I want to ask you something that's bothered me for many a day. Please tell me the truth...is Aiden really my son?"

Mary says "Seamus, as God is my witness I swear on all that's good and holy that Aiden is indeed your child."

With that Seamus breathed a sigh of relief, his last breath in this world. Mary closed his eyes, pulled the blanket over his face and said:

"Whew...thank God he didn't ask about the other three!"