An elderly man lay dying in his bed when the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies filled his nostrils.
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 forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands.
With labored breathing, he leaned against the door-frame, gazing into the kitchen.
Were it not for the agony of death’s door just around the corner, he would have thought himself already in heaven. Spread upon racks on the kitchen table and counters were 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 mess. His parched lips parted — the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.
“Stay out of those,” she scolded. “They’re for the funeral.”
Edited version of joke posted at Senior Jokes at SuddenlySenior.com
