awwww...poor guy...
The elderly man was at home, upstairs dying in
bed. He smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate
chip cookies baking.
He wanted one last cookie before he died. He fell
out of bed, crawled to the landing, rolled down the
stairs and crawled into the kitchen where his wife was
busily baking cookies.
With his last remaining strength he crawled to the
table and was just barely able to lift his withered arm
to the cookie sheet.
As he grasped a warm, moist, chocolate chip cookie,
his favorite kind, his wife suddenly whacked his hand
with a spatula.
Why? he whispered, Why did you do that?
"They're for the funeral.", she replied.
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