Chocolate chip cookies

[iggy1966]

An elderly Irishman lay dying in his bed.
While suffering the agonies of impending death,
he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite
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, gripping the railing with
both hands, he crawled downstairs. With laboured 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, for there,
spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were literally
hundreds of his favourite chocolate chip cookies.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his
devoted Irish wife of sixty 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 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 trembled
on its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly
smacked with a spatula by his wife......

"Feck off" she said, "they're for the funeral."