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An old Polish man is lying on his deathbed in his humble home. As the last minutes of his life go by, the old man smells a most wonderful smells that causes him to sit up in bed. He smells his wife's pierogies being cooked.
The old man cannot believe it. He's overcome with emotion. "What a sweet wife I have. 37 years of marriage, and as I lay here on the verge of death, she makes my most favorite meal."
Summoning every last ounce of his strength, he climbs out of bed, slowly and painfully makes his way down the stairs to the kitchen. When he walks into the room, he's greeted with the most wonderful site. Laid out on the table are dozens of his wife's pierogies, with all the trimmings. He blinks his eyes a few times and pinches himself to make sure he hasn't died and gone to heaven yet.
Blinking back tears as he's marvels over how wonderful his old wife is, he reaches over to take a bite of what will very well be his last meal. Just as he grasps the delicious pierogy in his hand, his wife smacks his and hard with a wooden sppon.
She looks at him and says "What do you think you're doing? Those are for the funeral!!"
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