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An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly
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 forced himself down 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 upon newspapers on the kitchen table were
literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. Was it
heaven? Was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife,
seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the
table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips
parted; the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth;
seemingly bringing him back to life.
The aged and withered hand, shakingly made its way to a cookie at
the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula
by his wife.
Stay out of those," she said, "they're for the funeral."
