This Irishman, totally snot-faced, stumbles out of the Pub, walks into a Catholic Church and steps into a Confessional and sits down.
After a few minutes the Priest on the other sides clears his throat to let the person know he's there.
Dead silence.
Again, a few minutes go by. Getting impatient, the Priest pounds on the wall three times. After about a minute the Irishman proclaims," Don't bother pounding on the wall, there's no Toilet-paper on this side either."
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Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming - WOW - What a Ride