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A Dying Man's Cookies


An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he

suddenly smelled 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. With labored 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: there, spread out upon newspapers 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 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, shockingly made its way to a cookie at the edge of

the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his



"Stay out of those," she said, "they're for the funeral."



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