Bless Me Father1978

Fred Bowlby:
[telling the tale of the chair's third victim] Charlie Skinner, a regular, yeah. Folks used to say if they ever do a post mortem on him they'd be lucky to find any blood in his alcohol. Anyway, there he is, soakin' his back teeth for a couple of hours - you know, one double scotch chasin' another down the old tunnel - and he must have sat down there without realizing. Well, then none of his mates would give him a hand, so he gets up, staggers out, gets into his car and drives straight into the river. Only three foot deep and Charlie six foot two. Drowned.

Father Neil Boyd:
Ironic.

Fred Bowlby:
Very. Normally he never took water with his whiskey.