An old man was lying in bed, and he didn't have a few hours to live. Suddenly, he smelled the cookie. It was his favorite. Then he turned out of bed with his last effort and climbed into the kitchen. At the moment, his wife was making cookies. When he reached for one, the back of his hand was hit by a wooden spoon held by his wife. "Put it down. They're for the funeral!" his wife said.
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