An elderly terminally ill
Scotsman who had only a few hours to live was lying in his bed upstairs.
Suddenly he smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookie baking
downstairs in the kitchen. He thought to himself, "If only I could have
one more of my wife's wonderful cookies, I could die a happy man." So he
struggled out of the bed, crawled on the floor to the stairs and slowly
slid down the stairs and made his way into the kitchen. Just as he reached
up to take one of the cookies off the plate on the kitchen table, his wife
swatted his hand, and said, "Hands off! Those are for the funeral!"
from Mack Douglass