Agonies of impending death

Doc

An elderly Irishman lay dying in his bed. While
suffering the agonies of impending death, 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, gripping the railing with
both hands, he crawled downstairs. 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, for there,
spread out upon waxed paper 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 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......

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