An old man who is lying in his upstairs death bed calls his son over to him.
“Moishe, am I smelling some of your momma’s wonderful fresh baked cookies?”
“Yes, papa, she’s in the kitchen taking them out of the oven.”
“Oy, go down stairs and tell momma to send up a cookie.”
“Yes, papa,” and the boy goes downstairs. He returns a moment later with no cookies.
“Moishe, why do you not have for me one of momma’s wonderful cookies?”
“Momma said the cookies are for AFTER the funeral.”
—————Myron Cohen
At least send up a cup of Bosco.
LOL
:)