Mary’s Cookies
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Loading ...An elderly man was at home, upstairs dying in bed. He smelled the aroma of his favourite chocolate chip cookies baking.
He wanted one last cookie before he died. He fell out of bed, crawled to the landing, rolled down the stairs and crawled into the kitchen where his wife, Mary, was busily baking cookies.
With his last remaining strength, he crawled to the table and was just barely able to lift his withered arm to the cookie sheet.
As he grasped a warm, moist, chocolate chip cookie, his favourite kind, Mary suddenly whacked his hand with a spatula.
“Why?” he faintly whispered, “Why did you do that?”
“They’re for the funeral,” Mary replied.
