Words of wisdom

The wise old Mother Superior from the convent in Tipperary 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 nun took the glass back to the kitchen.
Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey received as a gift the previous Christmas, she
opened it and poured a generous amount into the warm milk. She returned to the Mother
Superior's bed and held the glass to her pale, bloodless lips. Mother took a little sip,
then a little more. Before they knew it, she'd drank the whole glass down to the last
drop. "Mother," the nun asked in earnest, "Please give us a word of wisdom before you
leave us to go to your well-deserved reward."
The stricken Mother painfully raised herself up in bed and with a pious look on her face
said, "Don't sell that cow!"