There was an elderly man … at home, upstairs, dying in bed.
He smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies baking. Oh, if only he could have one last cookie before he died.
The man 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 wife suddenly whacked his hand with a spatula!
Gasping for breath, he asked her,“Why did you do that?”
She said,“Those are for the funeral!”