There is a man, dying in his bed in his home.
He smells something amazing. It’s the smell of his favourite chocolate chip cookies.
With his last strength, he gets out of bed and goes to the kitchen, where his wife of 50 years, is cooking these beautiful chocolate chip cookies. They are on a plate, four of them, just out of the oven.
With his last human strength, he reaches over to take one of the cookies.
His wife sees him, rushes over, slaps his hand, and says, “No, they are for the funeral.”