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Bob, an elderly man lay in his bed, in death’s agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite treat, chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairway to his bedroom.
Bob gathered up his strength, lifted himself from the bed and slowly made his way out of the bedroom to the top of the stairs.
With labored breath he leaned against the banister and with great effort he forced himself slowly down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands.
Bob finally made his way to the kitchen door-frame and if it were not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven.
There upon the kitchen table was a mountain of chocolate chip cookies spread out on the kitchen table, literally hundreds of his chocolate chip cookies.
He mustered one great final effort and threw himself toward the table and landed in a rumpled posture while holding onto the table.
As he shakily outstretched an aged and withered hand to reach a single cookie, his wife, Betty suddenly wheeled around from the oven and gave Bob a good smack on his hand with a spatula.
“Bob, You just stay out of those,” she said, “these cookies are for the funeral!”
