An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony（苦恼） , he suddenly smelled the aroma¹（芳香） of his favorite chocolate chip cookies wafting²（飘荡） up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing（栏杆，扶手） with both hands. With labored³（吃力的，费劲的） breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen.

Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven: there, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table were literally⁴ hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted⁵ wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

Mustering⁶ one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled⁷（凌乱的） posture⁸. His parched⁹ lips parted; the wondrous¹⁰（奇妙的） taste of the cookie was already in his mouth; seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged¹¹ and withered¹² hand, shockingly made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked¹³ with a spatula¹⁴（抹刀，小铲） by his wife.

"Stay out of those," she said, "they're for the funeral."