One of my ancestors,Jack Kavanaugh got so properly drunk one night his soul began slipping free.Next to him sat the divel himself to collect. Jack pleaded for one more drink before his trip down to hell. As he was broke ( a family tradition) Old Scratch turned himself into a siver coin, whereupon Jack tossed it in his coin purse secured by a small rosary. Divel says " let me out and I won't bother you in this pub again." Jack stupidly agrees. Later he's walking, well staggering home when himself pops up again to sieze his soul. Jack surrenders, but says he's powerfull hungry and could the devil fetch an apple from yon tree. Devil climbs up the tree, whereupon Jack produces his O' RITTER dagger and scratches a cross in the bark. The devil is besides himself, and promises never to bother Jack on earth again. So Jack frees him by batoning the cross off. Years later Jack passes on and goes to heaven, where Saint Peter refuses entry. So Jack remembers his old adversary and decides to go to Hell ( another family tradition.) Divel sees Jack and angrilly casts him back out into the eternal darkness of earthbound wandering. Jack cries he can't see to make his way, so Divel hurls a burning ember which Jack catches in a gourd, creating the sub sept of Kavanaughs known as the O'lanterns who bedeviled Doug's knifemaking ancestors with demands for a better light that could be had in yellow instead of orange, a colour much disliked by that peacable race. And the proper pronunciation of Savin is more like 'Sooooiin' or the noise content pigs make, which most closely duplicates gaelic when spoken in it's purest unintelligable form.