Well, it is a joke in this instance. Our friend Roland (the Birdman from Brisbane) sent me this “Joke of the week” from “The Courier Mail”:

As the elderly man lay dying in his bed, he suddenly smelt the aroma of his favourite homemade chocolate chip biscuits wafting up the stairs. Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed, and slowly made his way out of the bedroom and downstairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With laboured breath, he leaned against the doorframe, gazing wide-eyed into the kitchen.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. There, on the kitchen table, were hundreds of his favourite chocolate chip biscuits! Was he in Heaven or was it one last act of kindness from his devoted wife to see that he left this world a happy man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, grabbed a biscuit and started eating.

Each bite seemed to bring him back to life. He reached for another. But before he could grab it he heard his wife scream:

“Get away from those biscuits! They’re for the funeral!”