Uncle Colm and Sister Michael in “Unfinished Business”

Uncle Colm

And now, I don’t mind a bit of a breeze – if anything, I prefer it – but thon was aggressive. So I says to myself, says I, “Colm, this is no day for a do.”

Sister Michael

What’s happening?

Uncle Colm

For when the bride arrived – and as I say, by this stage the wind was fierce –

Sister Michael

Am I dead?

Uncle Colm

I’ve never heard wind like it.

Sister Michael

Is this my wake?

Uncle Colm

Howling like a banshee, it was.

Sister Michael

Am I in hell?

Uncle Colm

So the poor girl, the bride now, this is, she arrives anyway, and isn’t she no sooner out of the car than she’s lifted up in the air like a paper doll, and blown into a flowerbed.

Sister Michael

That’s actually quite funny.