A Saturday Smile

[happyguy2]

An elderly South Beach man lay dying in his bed.

 

While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the

aroma of his favourite 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, gripping the railing with both hands, 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 have thought

himself already in heaven, for there, spread put upon waxed paper on the

kitchen table were literallyhundreds of his favourite chocolate chip

cookies.

 

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted

bf 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 rumpled 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 bf......

"Fuck off" he said, "they're for the funeral."

 

Happy Saturday

 

hg