A man was on his deathbed and the most wonderful smell of his favorite kind of cookie came wafting up the stairs. Ever so weakly, he crawled off the bed and somehow made it downstairs to the kitchen. He slowly reached a hand up to the counter to take a cookie and his wife whacked it with a spatula and said, "Out of those! They're for the funeral!"
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