An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he smelled the aroma of his favorite Italian anisette sprinkle cookies wafting up the stairs.He lifted himself from the bed. He slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with both hands he crawled downstairs.With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen where, if not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven. For there, spread out on the kitchen table, were hundreds of his favorite anisette sprinkled cookies.Was it heaven?Or was it one final act of love from his devoted wife of 60 years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? The wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life. His withered hand trembled on its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife. 'Get outta here!' she shouted, 'They're for the funeral!'