Sadly my Granddad past away last week.

He had one crate of Guinness left that we split between the family as a tribute to his love for stout.

Every year on his Birthday, where-ever we are in the world the family will all pour a glass of Guinness and raise-a-toast to the man who always smiled.

It's the small things we love that will help people remember us when we're gone. You never know when you're going to drink your last drink, so live, laugh and love without worry.