an old man on his death bed,although he knows the end is near his senses are suddenly aroused by a wonderful aroma.
he realizes his loving wife for 60 years is baking his favorite cakes.
he finds the strength to drag his feeble body into the kitchen,his withered feeble hand reaches up to the kitchen table he suddenly feels a whack of a wooden spoon crash off his old bony hand.his dear wife shouts," FUCK OFF, THEY ARE FOR YOUR FUNERAL!"
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