Cookies

An old man was on his deathbed trying to hang on to life. All of a sudden he could smell chocolate-chip cookies baking in the kitchen.

"I've got to have one of those cookies if it's the last thing I do," he said.

He gathered has fast-waning strength, rolled out of the bed and landed supine onto the floor. He dragged himself painfully along the rug out to the hall and into the kitchen. Finally he reached the table and raised his withered hand up to the plate of cookies. WHACK! His wife hits his hand with the spatula.

"What the hell was that for?" he asked.

She responded, "Those cookies are for the funeral."