A dying man smells his favorite oatmeal raisin cookies cooking
downstairs. It takes all the strength he has left but he gets up
from the bed and crawls down the stairs. He sees the cookies
cooling on the counter and staggers over to them. As he reaches for
one, his wife's wrinkled hand reaches out, smacks his and she
yells:
"No, you can't have those! They're for the funeral!"
this was from comedy centrals website...not me at all..