Dead man's Whiskey

So we are cooking up a stew made of 'jarret' - which was bought blind from the French butcher as it looked like it was stewable and it was cheap. There followed a discussion as to what jarret might be in the car on the way back and we dicided it was most likely donkey, yes deffinately donkey. Jarret sounds a bit like Jack and Jenny, whioch is something to do with donkeys and pubs ... or something - and Pete (a chef) said he was sure that is what it was.

...of course the Interweb reveals that jarret is not donkey but veal leg so everyone is feeling hungry again as we are cooking up this stew. My housemate Nigel comes in with a big smile and a box full of almost full bottles of booze, mostly Whiskey.

"House present" he proclaims with an even bigger smile.

- here's me: "Wow where did you get all this booze Nige?"

"Well Crisp - do you remember about that bloke Garrard who I told you about?"

- "The one who died in his sleep yeah?"

(first person in the Valley to die from a non-mountain related incident since 1982 or something)

*click*

"Well I helped clear out his flat today and..."

*gasps all round*

all: "dead - - - - man's - - - - whiskey"

... wonder which one finished him off? ...and who will be the first to sample his spirit?