Friday Fun...

An elderly Ukrainian man lay dying in his bed. While uffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly melled the aroma of his favorite Ukrainian perogies ith fried onions wafting up the stairs.

Ahhhhhhh! He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Gripping the
railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs. Downstairs, 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 kitchen table were hundreds of his favorite perogies. 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 perogies was already in his mouth. With a trembling hand he reached for the perogies at the edge of the table, when suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife.

"Piss off." she said. "They're for the funeral."