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>>> An elderly Irishman lay dying in his bed.
>>
>> While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the
>> aroma of his favourite cheese scones 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 an even greater effort 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 thought of himself already in
>> heaven, for here, spread out on waxed paper on the kitchen table were
>> dozens of his favourite scones.
>>
>> Was it heaven?
>>
>> Or was it one final act of devoted love from his beloved wife of sixty
>> years, making sure 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, he
>> could almost taste the scones before they were in his mouth seemingly
>> bringing him back to life.
>>
>> The aged and withered hand reached its way to the nearest scone at the
>> edge
>> of the table when a spatula suddenly hit him on the hand.
>>
>> \"F**k off\" shouted his wife
>>
>> \"They\'re for the funeral!\"
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>> An elderly Irishman lay dying in his bed.
>>
>> While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the
>> aroma of his favourite cheese scones 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 an even greater effort 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 thought of himself already in
>> heaven, for here, spread out on waxed paper on the kitchen table were
>> dozens of his favourite scones.
>>
>> Was it heaven?
>>
>> Or was it one final act of devoted love from his beloved wife of sixty
>> years, making sure 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, he
>> could almost taste the scones before they were in his mouth seemingly
>> bringing him back to life.
>>
>> The aged and withered hand reached its way to the nearest scone at the
>> edge
>> of the table when a spatula suddenly hit him on the hand.
>>
>> \"F**k off\" shouted his wife
>>
>> \"They\'re for the funeral!\"
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
