An elderly Italian man lay dying in his
bed.
While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the
aroma of his favourite Italian anisette sprinkle cookies wafting up the
stairs.
Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed.
Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom and
with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he
crawled downstairs.
With laboured breath. he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the
kitchen.
Where if not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already
in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table
were literally hundreds of his favourite anisette sprinkled cookies.
Was it heaven?
Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted Italian wife of
60 years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table,
landing on his knees in a crumpled 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 trembled on its way to a cookie at the edge
of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his
wife......."Back off!" she said,
"They're for the funeral."
Sent by Peter
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