Elderly Scotsman

[binnsy]

An elderly Scotsman lay dying in his bed.

While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite biscuits 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 waxed paper on

the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favourite biscuits, freshly baked.

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 crumpled posture.

His aged and withered hand trembled towards a biscuit

at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife with a spatula.............

'F ##ck off' she said, 'they're for the funeral.'[/color][/size][/font]

Edited February 7, 2009 by binnsy