ITALIAN WOMEN ARE TOUGH!
An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering
the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the
aroma of his favorite ravioli wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself
from the bed.
Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, 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 were
hundreds of his favorite ravioli.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his
wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a
happy man?
He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees
in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the
wondrous taste of the ravioli was already in his mouth.
With a trembling hand he reached up to the edge of the table,
when suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife.
'Get away!' she said. 'Those are for the funeral.'
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