**The elderly man was on his deathbed. **
**He had made his peace with God and was ready to leave this world. **
**But the smell of his favorite chocolate chip cookies came wafting up from the kitchen where his wife was baking. **
The smell was such a happy memory that he summoned what little strength he had and slipped out of bed, and fell down the stairs.
** The wonderful aroma was strong, so he crawled into the kitchen, where he could see the plate of cookies on the edge of the table.**
**He managed to reach toward the plate when his wife went WHACK sharply on his hand, saying, **
“Those are for the funeral!”
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Mangele:
…was baking. The smell was such a happy memory that he summoned what little strength he had and slipped out of bed, and fell down the stairs. The wonderful aroma was strong, so he crawled into the kitchen, where he could see the plate of cookies on the edge of the table.****He managed to reach toward the plate when his wife went WHACK sharply on his hand, saying, **“Those are for the funeral!”
Hehehe!
He married her because he had failed to grow up, he still needed a mother.
Note that it’s the smell of cookies that got him out of bed and he went to the kitchen, just as he would have done as a kid waking up to hug his mother at breakfast.
Sadly, to her he was not just old, he was already dead!
“Those are for the funeral”…
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