| Godzilla |
An old man was lying on his death bed when he called for his wife to come near his side
"Maybel" he said, "come close"
"yes dear" she replied.
"when we were 18 and i got in my first car accident you were by my side"
"yes dear"
"and when my first dog died you were also there by my side"
"of course dear"
"when our first house burned down and we lost everything of value you were still there with me"
"yes dear"
"When my son was murdered, you were at my side with me"
"always my love, i will be there for you"
"NO DAMNIT, YOUR BAD LUCK, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" |
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| EDISKRAD EHT |
That reminded me of this,
An elderly Ukrainian man lay dying in his bed.
While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly
smelled the aroma of his favourite Ukrainian perogies with fried onions wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from
the bed. Leaning against 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. Where, if not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon
waxed paper on the kitchen table was literally hundreds of his
favourite perogies. Was it heaven?
Or was it one final act of heroic love from his Ukrainian 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 a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the perogies was already in his
mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and
withered man trembled on his way to the perogies at the edge of the table, when he was suddenly smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife.
'Fuck off!' she said. 'They're for the funeral.' |
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