Pierogie Humor
An elderly Polish man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the
agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his
favorite pierogie with fried onions wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the
bed. Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled
downstairs.
Downstairs, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the
kitchen, 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 were hundreds of his favorite pierogie.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his wife of
sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a
crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of
the pierogie was already in his mouth. With a trembling hand he
reached up to the edge of the table, when suddenly he was smacked
with a wooden spoon by his wife.
"Back off!" she said. "Those are for the funeral."