June 23, 2005

Sugar Cookies

An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly
smelled the aroma of his favourite sugar cookies wafting up the stairs.

He gathered enough strength to get out of bed. Leaning against the
wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom.

With even greater effort, he forced his bony fingers to grab the
handrail and he went down the stairs, one stumbling step at a time.

With laboured breath, he leaned against the doorframe, gazing into
the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought
himself already in heaven.

There, on the kitchen table, spread out in rows upon wax paper,
were literally hundreds of his favourite sugar cookies.
Was it heaven? Or, was it one final act of heroic love from his
devoted wife of 60 years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

Mustering one great final effort, he lunged toward the table,
landing on his knees in a rumpled posture.
His parched lips were slightly parted. The wondrous taste of the
cookie was already in his mouth; seemingly bringing him back to life.

The aged and withered hand, driven by one last gritty effort, shakingly
made its way toward 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!"

As Acidman says: WIMMIN!

Posted by Delftsman3 at June 23, 2005 02:57 AM

When you're my age, this won't seem so funny....it's hilarious.

Posted by: Rhod at June 23, 2005 11:41 AM
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