A dying wish


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There was an elderly man 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.

Gasping for breath, he asked her, "Why did

you do that?"

"Those are for the funeral."

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