An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering agonies on his way to his final moment, he suddenly smells the aroma of his
favourite scones wafting up the stairs.
...
He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.
Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, gripping the wall; he slowly makes it to the kitchen.

There, piled on a tray are his favourite scones. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted Scottish 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 rumpled posture.

His aged and withered hand trembled towards a scone at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife with a wooden spoon.

Feck off they're for the funeral.....

Toooooooo funny!!!!!

Oh what a gem; this one is going in the coffee table joke book. ROFLMBO!!!!!!!

Brutal!
Now I get why Larsson is looking for a woman outside of Scotland

lol

Yep, they are Scottish alright.