A man was lying on his death bed, time was running out and
his family were standing round about.
“Joe, Joe,” whispered his wife, “is there anything I can do for
you? Do you have a last wish?”
Joe lifted his head slowly from the pillow and sniffed the air.
He could smell his wife’s baking in the oven.
“Can I have just a last slice of the wonderful cake you’re
baking?” he croaked.
“I’m afraid not, Joe, that’s for the funeral.”