Subdeacon Joe Posted August 31, 2019 Share Posted August 31, 2019 An elderly Cajun man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite beignets wafting up the stairs.He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.When he reached the bottom of the stairs, 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 hundreds of his favorite beignets. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his wife of 60 years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the beignets was already in his mouth. With a trembling hand he reached up to the edge of the table, when suddenly, he was smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife. “Stop!” she said. “Those are for the funeral.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blackwater 53393 Posted August 31, 2019 Share Posted August 31, 2019 That'd be just about right!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marshal Mo Hare, SASS #45984 Posted August 31, 2019 Share Posted August 31, 2019 If he takes one, they’ll still be fresh for the wake. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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