If you love Italians, this one's a great joke. Though, this joke has a somewhat universal appeal to those who know those who really cook.
An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering
the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the
aroma of his favorite Italian anisette sprinkle cookies
wafting up the stairs. Gathering his remaining strength, he
lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against 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 a deep breath, he leaned against
the door frame, gazing into the kitchen where, if not for
death's agony, he would have thought himself already in
For there, spread out up 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 devoted Italian 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 a crumpled posture. His
parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the cookie was
already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.
His aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a cookie
at the edge of the table,when it was suddenly smacked with
a spatula by his wife.
Get outta here!" she shouted, "They're for the funeral!"
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