Sympathy.

Old Albert 95 lay on his deathbed gasping his last few breaths but he could still
smell the aroma from the kitchen where his wife was baking chocolate chip cookies.

He thought "Oh, how I wish I could have just one more of those cookies before I die.

So, he struggled out of bed and inch by inch crawled down the stairs into the kitchen,

reached up to the table and grasped a cookie.

His wife slapped his hand with a wooden spoon and said, PUT THAT BACK! They're for the funeral !
 
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