Sorry I've been gone so long. Life got busy and stuff distracted me. Anyways this is the kind of idea that inspired me to start writing fanfics. It's a one off but Read and Review anyways please.

Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
To rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd sort of a tippling way
with love for a liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on with his work every day
He'd a drop of the Craythur every morn'

Aeris Cole lived in a small apartment with her roommate Leo and was normally a fairly gentle cat unless she was provoked. She grew accustomed to having the occasional cigarette before work to deal with her annoying customers and to deal with the nervousness she got from dealing with people.

One morning Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from the ladder and broke his skull
So they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a gallon of porter at his head

One morning her roommate decided to hide her pack of cigarettes. Poor Aeris had been alone in the storeroom at the end of her shift and begun to imagine things in the darkness around her when her roommate popped out of nowhere scaring her straight off the ladder when she fell she landed on her head and it cracked open. Leo being the idiot he is, assumed she was dead and placed her body in a bag that was nearby. Leo then rushed her home where, following his English traditions, he placed her in a clean white sheet and laid her on her bed with her pack of cigarettes at her feet.

His friends assembled at his wake
And Missus Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey and punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
Such a nice clean corpse did you ever did see
Tim mavourneen, why did you die?
Hold your gob said Paddy McGee.

Soon everyone arrived to pay respect to their friend. As the day wore on lunch was served by Leo and then drinks and an honorary cigarette to be smoked in her honor. Pantsman began to cry and commented that Leo had done a very good job of hiding the body. "Why did she die?" he asked. "Shut up." warned Angela. "I just asked what everyone was thinking!" Pantsman whined.

Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job
Biddy she says You're wrong I'm sure
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
Woman to Woman and Man to Man
Shillelah Law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began

"You're wrong about that" Krug retorted. Pantsman then punched the demon in the mouth and knocked him to the ground. Fighting then broke out between the friends. Stan was still pissed off about the traffic he had to go through to get there and knocked out Krug in one hit.

Mickey Maloney he raised his head
When a bottle of whiskey flew at him
It missed him falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim
Tim revives see how he rises
Timothy rising from the bed
Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thanum an Dhul, do ye think I'm dead.

Ternaldo peeked up from behind the sofa just in time to dodge a cigar thrown at him. The cigar flew threw the open door and landed on Aeris's body. Suddenly Aeris screamed out in pain and rushed to get up. "DAMN IT LEO! YOU THOUGHT I WAS DEAD SO YOU HELD A FUNERAL?! CLEAN THIS SHIT UP NOW!" Aeris screamed.

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
After hitting Leo and cleaning up the mess Aeris looked around to see everyone was overjoyed that she was alive. "Well don't just stand there like a bunch of idiots! Lets have a party!." And indeed they did, dancing and pounding on the floor so much that the landlord had to yell at them and threaten to call the cops.

Well thats it. Hopefully this should tide you over until I get around to finishing my other story but I don't really have a song yet for it. Maybe later this month. Read and Review.