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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. out of the bedroom, and with even
greater effort forced himself down the stairs, grippingthe railing
with both hands, he crawled downstairs. With labored breath, he
leaned against the door-frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it
not for death's agony, he would have thought himselfalready in heaven:
There, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were literally
hundreds of his favorite 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......
"F*ck off" she said, "they're for the funeral."
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