An elderly man lay dying in his bed when he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite chocolate chip cookies. He gathered his remaining strength and made his way out of the bedroom.
Were it not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven: there, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favourite chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
He threw himself toward the table, 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, shockingly made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife. "Stay out of those," she said, "they’re for the funeral."