Grandpa is on his deathbed, surrounded by the family. The old man is in a terminal coma, and the doctors have confirmed that the waiting will be over soon. Suddenly, he opens his eyes and croaks, "I must be dreaming of heaven! I smell your grandmother's strudel!"
"No, Grandpa, you're not dreaming: Grandma is baking strudel now."
"I know I will never have another taste of her delicious strudel after this one. Would you please go down and get me a piece?" the old man begs with what is left of his final breath.
One of the grandchildren is immediately dispatched to honor the old man's last request. After a long time, he returns empty-handed.
"Did you bring me one last piece of your grandmother's delicious strudel?" the old man plaintively queries.
"I'm very sorry, Grandpa, but she says it's for the funeral."
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