The Mormon Patriarch
The old Mormon patriarch lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite
chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, girded up his loins, lengthened
his stride and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and
with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With labored 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 the Celestial Kingdom: there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were literally
hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his
devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture.
His lips parted; the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth; seemingly bringing him back to life. His
aged and withered hand shakingly made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked
with a spatula by his wife. "Stay out of those," she said, "they're for the funeral."
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