Dying Cajun

An elderly cajun man lay dying in his bed. While
suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly
smelled the aroma of his favorite beignets 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, gazing 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 table
were hundreds of his favorite beignets.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love
from his wife 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 beignets was already in his
mouth.With a trembling hand he reached up to the edge of
the table, when suddently he was smacked with a wooden
spoon by his wife.
"Stop," she said. "Those are for the funeral."