A sweet story about Italian Cookies

*This is for all the Italians out there, and those who are lucky enough to be married to an Italian, and even to all the friends of Italians.
* An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite Italian anisette sprinkle cookies wafting up the stairs. Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands he crawled downstairs.
With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen where, if not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven. For there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table, were literally hundreds of his favorite anisette sprinkled cookies. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted Italian wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a <>>happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life. His aged and withered hand trem bled on its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
"Get outta' here!" she SAID these are for the funeral!!!!!!