An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite 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 great 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 anisette sprinkled cookies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one 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.
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…
“Back off!” she said. “They’re for the funeral.”
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oh my gosh!!!! too funny!!
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Outstanding! !!!!
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That was just wicked…but oh so funny!
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Yowch! It’s painful to laugh.
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Ha–you got me that time! 😀
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SIGH. ☺
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😀
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LOL
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Great punch line!
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I guess those cookies were to die for.
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This was funny!
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Heard this from an Italian group long time ago. Still love it. I felt you had to be Italian to really get it.
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LOL!
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As George T. would say, “Oh MY!”
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That was excellent! 😀
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😀 Too, too funny! You are as sick and twisted as I! 😀
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😀
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