SWEETIE, PLEASE

Harry and Zelda received the bad news that Harry’s days are numbered. As he lay in his bed, waiting for the time to meet his maker, his darling Zelda was by his side.

“Zelda,” He gasped. “You’ve been a good wife, the best a man could ask for. Thank you, my darling for our lifetime together.”

“Oh, Harry, you are the love of my life, and I will miss you terribly. I don’t know how I will be able to go on living without you.” Zelda replied, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“I have one last request. I want to leave this earth with the taste of sweetness on my lips. You make the best cinnamon-raisin strudel. Please bring a slice to me before I die.”

“Oh Harry, I can’t do that. I just made one, but I’m saving it for the funeral guests.”