Cookies.

Mr E

An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's final
agony, just as he started to slip away, 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 forced himself down the stairs. Gripping the
railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs defying
the pull of Morpheus.

With laboured breath, he leaned against the
door-frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for
the immense pain caused by his extreme exertions, he
would have thought himself already in heaven for there
spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table -
were hundreds of his favourite 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, with tears in his
eyes, he threw himself toward the table, landing on
his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips
parted: the wondrous taste of the sweet biscuit was
already mentally tasting in his mouth, seemingly
bringing him back to life. He felt renewed strength
pulsate through his body. The aged and withered hand
trembled on its way to one lone biscuit at the edge of
the table, when ...
...
...
...
...
...It was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife....
...
... "F**k off, " she said, "they're for the funeral."

BioHazRd

ROFL

I love it.....

Bio

Pugsley

ROFL, what a happy ending