CHEESE SCONE ANYONE?

An elderly Scotsman lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies
of  impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite
cheese scones wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining
strength,and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he
slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort,
gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.With
laboured breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the
kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself
already in heaven, for here, spread out upon waxed paper on the
kitchen table were dozens of his favourite cheese scones.Was it
heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted
Kirkcaldy wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a
happy man?  Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards
the table,landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips
parted, he could almost taste the cheese scone before it was in his
mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand
trembled on its way to the nearest scone at the edge of the table,
when his hand was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife...
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> "F*ck off" she said, "they're for the funeral!!"