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From an e-mail from blind friend

An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's
agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite
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 forced
him self down the stairs, gripping the railing with
both hands. With labored 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. There, spread out upon
newspapers on the kitchen table were literally
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
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, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge
of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a
spatula by his wife.

"Stay out of those," she said, "they're for the
funeral."

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