Favorite Food Joke

An elderly man lay dying on his bed. While suffering the agonies ofimpending death, he suddenly smelt the aroma of his favourite cheesesconeswafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength, and 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, hecrawleddownstairs.
With laboured breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into thekitchen.
Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already inheaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table,weredozens of his favourite scones.
Was it heaven?
Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife of sixtyyears,seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great effort, he threw himself towards the table, landingonhis knees in a rumpled posture.
His parched lips parted.
He could almost taste the cheese scone before it was in his mouth,seeminglybringing him back to life.
The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to the nearest scone attheedge of the table, when his hand was suddenly smacked with a spatula byhiswife...
F**k off" She said, "They're for the funeral"