A Devonshire Love Story

An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite scones wafting up the stairs.

He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed.

Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.

With laboured breath, he leaned against the door-frame, gazing into the kitchen.

Were it not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon the kitchen table, were literally hundreds of his favourite scones.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted Devonshire wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in rumpled posture, his aged and withered hand trembled towards a scone at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife with a wooden spoon ……

‘Sod off’ she said ‘they’re for the funeral.’ 😯

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  1. Russ says:

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    Very Funny. I saw that one coming.

  2. Comedy Plus says:

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    Bwahahahahahahaha. I can feel the love in the air.

    Have a terrific day Steve. 🙂

  3. Joyce says:

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    LOL! Just figures.

  4. Rhonda says:

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    LOL – that is hilarious 🙂

  5. Mike says:

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    Sounds like love. Funny one today

  6. Kristi says:

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    I could go for a scone right now! To hell with low carb! Thanks for the laugh. Your WW buddy Kristi!

  7. She needed to give him at least one!