Food for thought

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Food for thought



An elderly Irishman lay dying in his bed. While

suffering

the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled

the aroma

of his favourite scones wafting up the stairs.



He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself


from the bed. Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his

way

out of the bedroom and, 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 the kitchen table were

literally hundreds of his favourite scones.



Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from

his

devoted 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. His aged and withered hand trembled

towards a scone

at the edge of the table,


when it was suddenly smacked by his wife

with a wooden spoon ......

.........


.........


F**k off" she said, "they're for the funeral."

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