Rabidplaybunny87: A Touching Story of Love and Marriage
Rabidplaybunny87: An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In
death's agony, he suddenly
smelled  the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies
wafting up
the stairs.  He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted
himself from
the bed.  Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out
of the
bedroom, and with even greater effort inched himself down the
stairs,
gripping the railing  with both hands.
Rabidplaybunny87: With labored 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. There, spread out upon newspapers
on
the kitchen table, were literally  hundreds of his favorite
chocolate
chip cookies.
Rabidplaybunny87: Was it heaven? Or was  it one final act of
heroic love from his devoted
wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? 
Mustering one
great final effort, he moved himself toward the table.  His
parched lips
parted; the wondrous taste of the cookie was almost already in
his mouth;
seemingly bringing him back to life.
Rabidplaybunny87: The aged and withered hand, shakily made its
way to a cookie at
the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a
spatula
by his wife.
Rabidplaybunny87: "Stay out of those," she said, "they're for
the funeral."
