A very elderly man was on death's door and went to his cardiologist. He told him that he could pass in the next 24 hours and there was nothing they could do for his failing heart. He went home, crawled in bed, and grew weaker by the hour. On the morning of the next day he awoke to the smell of chocolate. He loved chocolate more than anything. He fell out of his bed, and on hands and knees crawls into the kitchen. He see's his wife putting chocolate chip cookies on a plate. With a trembling feeble hand, he reaches up from the floor to get one. His wife turns, slaps his hand with the spatula, and says "THESE are for the FUNERAL".
