A chandelier of human bones hung from the church rafters presiding over the mass of tourists gawking below, a particularly well-healed lady commented to her companion, “Well isn’t this a gesamtkunstwek!"

Barbara and Karen were put in charge of vacation bible school, but the kids were shocked when they showed up looking like they were ready for an actual vacation.

Darla and "Tall Tummy" Chantal burst into the church drunk on condimentinis (one Heinz, one French's), ready to model and sell Isocelekinis. The mourning leprechauns were speechless.

When the girls gone wild attended leprechaun funerals, they always came prepared, bringing their own drinks in plastic stemware, preferred condiments, and wearing proper protective footwear.

It was unfortunate placement for the leprechaun cemetery to be directly next to the pub because even though Lucky McShamrock used to love St Patrick’s Day, the drunk, half-naked party girls did seem to ruin the mood of his funeral.

he most tragic thing of all is burying one of your fellow leprechauns on st paddy’s day, especially when someone built a garish pub next to your ancestral graveyard and there are tourists disgracing your heritage during the graveside service.