Subject: poor guy
Things are not always what we assume!
An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite 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 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 he was 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 towards the table,landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted: the wondrous taste of the cookies was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and withering 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." |
