On Death and Dying

A very old man who had lived a fruitful life was now on his death bed. He had already been read his last rights and was suffering from excruciating pain. While contemplating his last minutes on earth he suddenly smells the aroma of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies coming from outside his bedroom.

He thinks to himself, "my wonderful wife is baking my favorite cookies as a sentiment to our final hours together." He gathers together what little strength he has remaining in his weakened body and drags himself out of bed.

Fighting off the pain and weakness, he drags his frail body into the hallway, toward the kitchen door. When he gets to the kitchen he sees a plate of chocolate chip cookies, the steam rising from the plate, he can smell the delectable chocolate chips and he imagines that they still soft and gooey. He thinks, "God bless my devoted wife for giving me such pleasure in my final hours on this earth", so he crawls towards the cookies.

He arrives at the base of the table and, with the last ounce of strength he has remaining, reaches up with his hand to take a cookie. Just then, he feels the stinging Whack! of a metal spatula against his knuckles. He screams as he sees his wife standing over him; "WHYYYYYY?

She says to him rather indignantly, "Because I baked them for the funeral!"