An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the
agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite chocolate chip cookies 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 waxed paper on the kitchen
table were literally hundreds of his favourite chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted
Aussie 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 cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife with a spatula.......................F#*# off" she said, "they're for the
funeral."

Sounds like my wife.....

There's a world of truth in some of these stories...