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An elderly Italiian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of
impending death he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite Italian anisette
sprinkled cookies wafting up the stairs.Gathering his little remaining strenght
he lifted himself off the bed. Leaning against the wall he painfully made his
way,to the stairs and with even with greater effort he gripped the stair rail
with both hands and crawled downstairs. With labored breath he leaned against the door
against the door frame gazing into the kitchen. Where if were not for deaths agony he would
have thought himself already in heaven, for there spread out on waxed paper
on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite anisette
sprinkled cookies. Was it heaven or was it one final act of heroic love from
his wife of 60 years seeing to it he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great last bit of strength he ended crumpled on nis knees on
the floor near the table. His parched lips parted the wonderous taste of the
cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged
and crippled hand trembled on it's way to the cookie on the edge of the table
when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife....
"don't touch
she said,
there for the
funeral".
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