Two Irish friends greeted each other while waiting their turn at the bank window. “This reminds me of Finnegan,” remarked one. “What about Finnegan?” inquired the other. ” Tis a story that Finnegan died, and when he greeted St. Peter, he said: It’s a fine job you’ve had here for a long time. Well, Finnegan, said St. Peter, here we count a million years as a minute and a million dollars as a cent.