An old man is lying on his deathbed with all his children,
grandchildren and his older great-grandchildren all around, teary-eyed
at the approaching finale of a very long and productive life. The old
man in is a terminal coma, and the doctors have confirmed that the
waiting will be over within the next twenty-four hours. Suddenly, the
old man opens his eyes and croaks: "I must be dreaming of heaven. I
smell your grandmother's strudel."
"No, grandfather, you are not dreaming. Grandmother is baking strudel
now."
"I know I will never have another taste of her delicious strudel after
this one. Could you please go down and get me a sliver?" the old man
begs with what is left of his final breath.
One of the grandchildren is immediately dispatched to honor the old
man's last request. After a long time, he returns empty-handed.
"Did you bring me one last piece of your grandmother's delicious
strudel?" the old man plaintively queries?
"I'm very sorry, grandfather, but she says it's for the funeral."
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From: bgwolfe@ut-emx.UUCP (Michael Wolfe)
Subjec Deathbed humour
Date: 5 Jul 88 18:07:04 GMT
An old man is lying on his deathbed with all his children,
grandchildren and his older great-grandchildren all around, teary-eyed
at the approaching finale of a very long and productive life....