An elderly Jewish/Scots/Cavan man (take your pick) is on his deathbed. He can feel the end isn't far off, when he suddenly notices a wonderful aroma. He realises his loving wife of 60 years is baking his favourite food, fruitcake. He finds the strength to drag himself to the kitchen, and as he reaches his frail withered hand up to the table, he suddenly feels the whack of a wooden spoon , as his wife barks, "**** off, that's for the funeral"!
2006-12-06
22:39:18
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