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kyreb1862
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There was an elderly man at home, upstairs, dying in bed. He smelled the aroma of
his favorite chocolate chip cookies baking. He wanted one last cookie before he
died. He crawled 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 favorite kind, his wife suddenly whacked his hand with a spatula.
Gasping for breath, he asked her, "Why did you do that?"
"Those are for the funeral."
his favorite chocolate chip cookies baking. He wanted one last cookie before he
died. He crawled 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 favorite kind, his wife suddenly whacked his hand with a spatula.
Gasping for breath, he asked her, "Why did you do that?"
"Those are for the funeral."
