Hear the audio "cookies"from the Fun Barge here

A very old man lay dying in his bed. In death's
doorway, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his
favorite chocolate chip cookie 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 forced himself down the stairs,
gripping the railing with both hands.

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 on newspapers on the kitchen
table were literally hundreds of his favorite
chocolate chip cookies.

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 threw himself
toward the table.  The aged and withered hand,
shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of
the table, when he was suddenly smacked with a
spatula by his wife.

 "Stay out of those," she said. "They're for the
funeral.