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 …