This made me titter

[Ferg]

An elderly man 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 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 the kitchen table were

literally hundreds of his favourite scones.

 

 

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of 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 rumpled posture.

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.'

 

[Chris Goddard]

Heard before, but it STILL made I laff!!!