The following week, news was spread across the town of Bangs that Darby O"Toole had passed away. Darby was a amiable old fellow in his seventies who had the gift of blarney, having a joke or anecdote for anyone who would listen. He spent most mornings ambling from shop to shop, shooting the breeze with the store owners before wandering around gabbing with delivery boys or women doing their chores. Finally he headed to the Maher Pub where he went back and forth from his favorite seat by the door in the corner, to the front porch where he had a greeting for everyone.
As Darby had died without a penny to his name, Jimmy Maher decided to finance the entire cost of the burial which included a Church funeral mass and a dignified tombstone. The blacksmith, Eddie Mulvihill (who had constantly thr
