"Dimitri" > wrote in message
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> 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.
>
> He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.
Leaning
> against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom. With even
> greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled
downstairs.
>
> With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame and gazed into the
> kitchen. Where if 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 favorite anisette sprinkled cookies.
>
> Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted,
> meticulous and organized love of his 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. The 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......
>
> "Back off!" she said, "They're for the funeral."
>
>
> Hmmmm.
>
> I wonder who this reminds you of?
>
> Dimitri
>
>

Shame, Shame, Shame on you Demitri ;-)
Ah, no "jam lady" in this Barbara .;-)