'As we continue during these days of November to pray for our loved ones who have died, here is a little story to a make us smile'
The wise old Mother Superior was dying. The nuns gathered around her bed, trying to make her comfortable. They gave her some warm milk to drink, but she refused it. Then one of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen and added some whiskey into the warm milk. Back at the Mother Superiors bed, she held the glass to her lips. Mother drank a little, then a little more and before they knew it the glass was gone, down to the last drop. "Mother, Mother", the nuns whispered, "please give us some wisdom before you leave us." She raised herself up and with a pious look on her face, she looked out the window and said, "Don't sell that cow!"