Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Slow Death

My best friend, Patrick, died I fear,
At the brewery while at work.
He fell into a vat of beer,
Finally drowning in the murk.
I volunteered to tell his wife,
That Patrick, in an accident,
Had died in the nectar of life,
A chug a lugging as he went;
Not a bad way to go, as such.
His wife - she grieved that he had passed.
I said we all would miss him much.
She asked me if his death went fast.

"No - Patrick died his death slowly,"
"'Cause he got out 3 times to pee."