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>> An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of
>> impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite
>> scones wafting up the stairs.
>>
>> He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.
>> Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and
>> with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he
>> crawled downstairs.
>>
>> With laboured 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, for there, spread out upon the kitchen
>> table were literally hundreds of his favourite scones.
>>
>> Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted
>> Scottish wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a
>> happy man?
>>
>> Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table,
>> landing on his knees in rumpled posture.
>>
>> His aged and withered hand trembled towards a scone at the edge of
>> the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife with a wooden
>> spoon ......
>>
>> 'F**k off' . she said, 'they're for the funeral.'
>> An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of
>> impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite
>> scones wafting up the stairs.
>>
>> He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.
>> Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and
>> with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he
>> crawled downstairs.
>>
>> With laboured 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, for there, spread out upon the kitchen
>> table were literally hundreds of his favourite scones.
>>
>> Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted
>> Scottish wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a
>> happy man?
>>
>> Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table,
>> landing on his knees in rumpled posture.
>>
>> His aged and withered hand trembled towards a scone at the edge of
>> the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife with a wooden
>> spoon ......
>>
>> 'F**k off' . she said, 'they're for the funeral.'