About fifty years ago, Jim Mahoney accompanied by Ellen Mahoney and Mary Murphy went to a friend's wake, not far from where I live. When they reached their destination, they found the house deserted as the man had gone to his brother's house previous to his death. They entered the yard of the deserted house, but found everything dull and gloomy. To make matters worse the cock started to crow. The night being wet, they went to the hay-haggard for some hay for their