An elderly man lay dying in his bed.In death's agony, he suddenly
smelled the aroma of his favourite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the
stairs.
    
He gathered his remaining strength,and lifted himself from the 
bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the 
bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping
the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.
    
With laboured breath, he leaned against the door-frame,gazing into
the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought
himself already in heaven: there, spread out upon waxed paper on the 
kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favourite chocolate chip cookies. 
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted
wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
    
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the 
table,landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips 
parted: the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth,seemingly
bringing him back to life.
    
The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a cookie at the
edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his
wife......
    
"Fuck off" she said, "they're for the funeral."

 

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