Post by cleo on May 31, 2007 16:09:54 GMT
An elderly irish man is on his deathbed. He can feel the ends not to far off, when he suddenly notices a wonderful aroma.
He realises his loving wife of 60 years is baking his favourite food, scones.
He finds the strengh to drag himself to the kitchen, and as he reaches his frail withered hand up to the table, he suddenly feels the whack of a wooden spoon as his wife barks, fxxx off, they,re for the funeral.
He realises his loving wife of 60 years is baking his favourite food, scones.
He finds the strengh to drag himself to the kitchen, and as he reaches his frail withered hand up to the table, he suddenly feels the whack of a wooden spoon as his wife barks, fxxx off, they,re for the funeral.