An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of
>impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite ravioli
>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
>, g20azing 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 ravioli.
>
>
>
>Was it heave n? Or was it one final act of love from his w ife of sixty
>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 ravioli 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.
>'F**K off!' she said.
>'Those are for the funeral

Bing Badda Boom...

Now thats damn funny.