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
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
With laboured breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the
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 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.
F**k off!" she said.
They're for the funeral."
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