Do you think this is a good one?

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 the 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. Were 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. The aged and withered hand trembled 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 shouted , "They're for the funeral!"