An elderly Scotsman lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death,
he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite pan fried drop 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 with even greater effort. Gripping the railing with both
hands, he crawled downstairs. With laboured breath, he leaned against the door-frame,
gazing into the kitchen.
Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there,
spread out upon the kitchen table were literally hundreds of 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
She said................ “Bugger off, they're for the funeral."
What a beautiful love story!!