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Italian Cookies!

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by Mild Bill, Sep 15, 2004.


  1. Mild Bill

    Mild Bill
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    An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed.

    While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite
    Italian anisette sprinkle cookies wafting up the stairs.

    Gathering his remaining strength, he 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.
    Where if 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 anisette sprinkled cookies.

    Was it heaven?

    Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted Italian 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 crumpled posture.

    His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth
    seemingly bringing him back to life.

    His 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.....

    "Back off!" she said, "They're for the funeral!"