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 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 out of here!' she shouted, They're for the funeral!!