An Italian Mamma
An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the
agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his
favorite, Italian anisette cookies wafting up the stairs. Gathering
his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed.
Leaning against 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 labored breath, he leaned against the doorframe, 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 favorite
anisette cookies.
Was it Heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his
devoted Italian wife of sixty years, seeing that he left this world
a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the
table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips
parted, the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth,
seemingly bringing him back to life.
The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a cookie at the
edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by
his wife...
"Back off!" she said. "They're for the funeral."
Now there's a devoted wife.
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