My uncle Edward was on his deathbed... A long time ago my uncle Edward was dying of cancer. Doctors couldn't do any more for him, so they sent him home to be comfortable. So he's up on his deathbed, can't move very much, he's very weak. But one morning he inhales, and smells something delightful coming from downstairs. Something irresistible. My Aunt Helen's chocolate chip cookies. So he rolls out of bed with a loud thump, drags himself painstakingly down the stairs sideways so as not to tumble headlong, through the living room and dining room and into the kitchen where on the counter are the cookies cooling on a rack on the counter. So, with the last of his strength he slowly reaches up and... WHAP! Aunt Helen smacks his hand and says ""Shame on you Edward, those are for the wake!""