(prompt: wake, Four with Romana II, this one is also found under the Second Doctor's colleciton, Snatches of a Rumpled Genius)
And They'd Probably Sing Too
. . .
"I've never had a wake," the Doctor said thoughtfully. He tentatively sipped his drink. "It's really not fair, now that I think about it."
The assortment of mourners and relatives of the deceased laughed and talked around them, succumbing cheerfully to the effect of generously applied spirits.
"Whatever are you talking about?" Romana said. "You're not Irish."
"Maybe Scottish? Jamie was a Scot. I think the Brigadier is. Would they count?"
"Only if they were willing to drink themselves into a stupor for you."
"Oh, I'm sure they would. Especially when they found out they could do it three times running."