LAST ACT OF LOVE?

An elderly man lay dying in his bed, in death's final agony. As he started to slip away, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs.

He gathered his last remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with an 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 doorframe, gazing into the kitchen.

Where it not for the extreme pain caused by his exertions, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there spread out on 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 that he left this world a happy man?

Mustering one final great effort, with tears in his eyes, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his crumpled knees in a trembling posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the sweet biscuit was already mentally in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.

He felt renewed strength pulsate through his body. The aged and withered hand trembled on it's 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".