Ah, the joke I've heard was this:
There are three construction workers working on a high-rise building: an Englishman, a Scotsman, and an Irishman. Every day, they sit down on the edge of the steel girders and eat their lunches. Every day, the Englishman gets fish and chips, the Scotsman gets shortbread, and the Irishman gets haggis.
One day, the Englishman turns to his companions and says, "You know, I'm tired of fish and chips. If I get this in my lunch one more day, I'm going to kill myself."
The Scotsman agrees and says, "Aye, laddie. I'm with you; I hate shortbread."
The Irishman also consents and says, "I too, am with you fellows. I don't want haggis anymore."
The next day arrives. As the three sit on the girder on the highest floor, they open their lunches.
The Englishman gets his fish and chips; the Scotsman gets his shortbread; and the Irishman gets his haggis.
True to their promise, the three link arms and hurl themselves from the heights.
A joint funeral service is held for the three of them.
The wife of the Englishman is inconsolable, saying, "If I had only known, I would have packed him something different!"
The Scotsman's missus is also extremely sorrowful. "I wish I had known he had wanted something different to eat!"
The wife of the Irishman just grins. "My husband packs his own lunch, mind you."
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