Cookies

An elderly gentleman rests on his deathbed. His head rests to one side; his eyes are closed. His mind wanders to the days of his youth. He smells chocolate chip cookies from his mother's kitchen.

The smell gives him the strength to rise slowly from bed and take his creaky body down the long hallway to the kitchen. His eyes catch a glimpse of a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies on the counter.

He thinks, "Is this heaven?" He reaches his hand towards the cookie for one last taste of life, but his hand is quickly slapped away.

He glances to his left and sees his eldest daughter glaring at him.

She shakes her head: "Don't touch the cookies! Those are for the funeral tomorrow."