Humor For The Day
An elderly man is dying of a painful illness at home in his bed. He smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort descended the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen.
Were it not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven: there, spread out on newspapers 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 his last energy, he crawls toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the cookie already in his mouth from anticipation, seemingly bring him back to life.
The withered and shaking hand made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table. Wack! It was smacked with a spatula by his wife.
“Stay out of those,” she said, “they’re for the funeral.”
