>> An elderly man lay dying in his bed.
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>> While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the
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>> aroma of his favourite cheese scones wafting up the stairs.
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>> He gathered his remaining strength & lifted himself from the bed.
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>> Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom and
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>> with an even greater effort he crawled downstairs.
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>>
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>> With laboured breath he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the
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>> kitchen. Were it not for deaths agony, he would have thought himself
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>> already in Heaven, for here spread
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>> out on waxed paper on the kitchen table were dozens of his favourite
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>> scones..
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>>
>>
>> Was it Heaven???
>>
>>
>>
>> Or was it one final act of devoted love from his beloved wife of sixty
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>> years, making sure he left this world a happy mann?
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>>
>>
>> Mustering one final effort he threw himself towards the table. Landing
>>on
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>> his knees in a crumpled posture, his parched lips parted,
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>> he could almost taste the scones before they were in his mouth,
>>seemingly
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>> bringing him back to life.
>>
>>
>>
>> His aged & withered hand reached its way to the nearest scone at the
>>edge
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>> of the table......................when
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>> Whack....a spatula hit him hard on the back of the hand.
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>>
>>
>> "F--K off" shouted his wife.
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>> "They're for the funeral"
>>
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