Yeah, alcohol killed my uncle Jim...
He was run over by a Budweiser truck!
My grandfather worked in a brewery and died on the job.
The detectives told my grandmother that he fell from a catwalk into a large vat of brew and drowned.
Of course, she was weeping, beside herself, and said all she hoped was that he hadn’t suffered.
They assured her, `No,’ that from the footprints it appeared he had climbed out at least twice to pee.