The 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 to his room. He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted
himself from the bed. Gripping the nightstand then the bed to the door.
As he reached the door frame of the kitchen, gazing in 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 this heaven? Or the final act of love by his wife of
60 years. 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, where suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by
"Hands off! Those are for the funeral."