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That's The Way The Cookie Crumbles!

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by ChuteTheMall, Oct 22, 2003.

  1. ChuteTheMall

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    As the elderly man lay dying in his bed, death's agony was suddenly pushed
    aside as he smelled the aroma of his favorite homemade chocolate chip
    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
    intense concentration, supported himself down the stairs, gripping the
    railing with both hands. In labored breath, he leaned against the door
    frame, gazing wide-eyed into the kitchen. There, spread out upon
    newspapers 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 wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy
    man?

    Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table,
    landing on his knees in a rumpled posture, one hand on the edge of the
    table. The aged and withered hand quiveringly made its way to a cookie
    near the edge of the table; feeling the warm soft dough actually made the
    pain of his bones subside for a moment. His parched lips parted; the
    wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth; seemingly bringing
    him back to life. What, then, was this sudden stinging that caused his
    hand to recoil? He looked to see his wife, still holding the spatula she
    had just used to smack his hand.
    "Stay out of those!" she said, "they're for the funeral."