An old man was on his death bed. He had only hours to live when he
suddenly smelled the scent of fresh buns wafting into his room.
Aaahhhh… he loved fresh buns more than anything else in the world.
With his last bit of energy, he pulled himself out of bed… down the
stairs and into the kitchen he went. There was his beloved wife,
kneading the dough for a new batch. As he reached for one of the fresh
steaming buns, he got smacked across the back of his hand by the wooden
spoon his wife was holding.
“Leave them alone!” she said. “They’re for the funeral!”