LOL, Myron Cohen is one of my all-time favorites.
I guess my favorite of his concerns a man who was lying in his upstairs bed, dying. He smelled cookies cooking and called for his son to go downstairs and ask Momma for some of her wonderful cookies. The son left but came back empty handed.
The old man said, “Did you ask for some cookies for me?”
“Yes,” said the son. “But Momma said to tell you the cookies are for *after* the funeral.”