Cookies For Funeral
There was a very old man who was lying upstairs, dying.
Little Johnny came in and said "Hi Grandpa"
"Hi little sweetie" he said. "Say, are those Grandmas extra special cookies I smell?"
"Yes" Johnny replied.
"Do you think you can sneak downstairs and get a couple for me?"
"Sure" Johnny replied
In a few minutes, Little Johnny came back with a frown on his face.
Grandpa asked, "What's wrong?"
"Grandma wouldn't let me have any; she says they are for after the funeral."
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There was a very old man who was lying upstairs, dying.
Little Johnny came in and said "Hi Grandpa"
"Hi little sweetie" he said. "Say, are those Grandmas extra special cookies I smell?"
"Yes" Johnny replied.
"Do you think you can sneak downstairs and get a couple for me?"
"Sure" Johnny replied
In a few minutes, Little Johnny came back with a frown on his face.
Grandpa asked, "What's wrong?"
"Grandma wouldn't let me have any; she says they are for after the funeral."
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