Guest guest Posted September 4, 2002 Report Share Posted September 4, 2002 Fw: Til death us do part! FW: Til death us do part! > > > > > > > > Good one! > > > > An elderly Irishman lay dying in his bed. > > While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly > > smelled the aroma of his favourite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the > > stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, and 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 laboured breath, he leaned against > > the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it 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 > > favourite chocolate chip cookies. > > Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his > > devoted Irish 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 rumpled posture. His parched lips > > parted, the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, > > seemingly bringing him back to life. The 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...... > > " Feck off " she said, " they're for the funeral. " > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Recommended Posts
Join the conversation
You are posting as a guest. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.