An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly smells 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 he staggered down the stairs.
With labored breath, he leaned against the doorframe and gazed into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven.
There, spread out upon waxed paper 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 one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. In an instant the wondrous taste of a chocolate cookie was in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.
The aged and withered hand trembled as it reached for 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."
fantom wrote:
An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly smells 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 he staggered down the stairs.
With labored breath, he leaned against the doorframe and gazed into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven.
There, spread out upon waxed paper 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 one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. In an instant the wondrous taste of a chocolate cookie was in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.
The aged and withered hand trembled as it reached for 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."
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I don't know wether to laugh or cry, but that would be me trying to get my last chocolate chip cookie....
Now I know why my wife keeps making chocolate chip cookies.
Hmmm...they're both right.
I heard that it was a Scotsman who was smelling the scones waft up the stairs. One of my favorites jokes of all time.
Wow, it's funny and then not funny. Either way, thanks for sharing.
bwana
Loc: Bergen, Alberta, Canada
fantom wrote:
An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly smells 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 he staggered down the stairs.
With labored breath, he leaned against the doorframe and gazed into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven.
There, spread out upon waxed paper 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 one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. In an instant the wondrous taste of a chocolate cookie was in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.
The aged and withered hand trembled as it reached for 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."
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Absolutely love it! Sounds just like my good wife!!
bwa
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