Grandmas strudel
An old man is lying on his deathbed with all his children, grandchildren and his older great-grandchildren all around, teary-eyed at the approaching finale of a very long and productive life.
The old man in is a terminal coma, and the doctors have confirmed that the waiting will be over within the next twenty-four hours.
Suddenly, the old man opens his eyes and croaks: I must be dreaming of heaven. I smell your grandmothers strudel. No, grandfather, you are not dreaming. Grandmother is baking strudel now. I know I will never have another taste of her delicious strudel after this one. Could you please go down and get me a sliver? the old man begs with what is left of his final breath.
One of the grandchildren is immediately dispatched to honor the old mans last request. After a long time, he returns empty-handed. Did you bring me one last piece of your grandmothers delicious strudel? the old man plaintively queries?
Im very sorry,grandfather, she says you cant have any, its for the funeral!