What anecdotes I heard in Scotland on the subject of whisky, to be sure!
Here is a good one for the last. I owe it to a learned professor of the Aberdeen University.
Donald feels the approach of death.
The minister of his village is at his bedside, preparing him by pious exhortations for the great journey.
"Have you anything on your mind, Donald? Is there any question you would like to ask me?" And the minister bent down to listen to the dying man's reply.
"Na, meenister, I'm na afeard.... I wad like to ken whether there'll be whisky in heaven?"
Upon his spiritual counsellor remonstrating with him upon such a thought at such a moment, he hastened to add, with a knowing look:
"Oh! it's no that I mind, meenister; I only thoucht I'd like to see it on the table!"