‘An Irishman’s house is his coffin’
Eammon Fitzgerald, finds the only way he can to bid farewell to the paradoxical character that was Charlie Haughey. Who better to turn to than Joyce: His last lie on the earth in his box. When you think of them all it does seem a waste of wood. All gnawed through. They could invent a handsome bier with a kind of panel sliding let it down that way. Ay but they might object to be buried out of another fellow’s. …