Sam was near the end of his long life. His children stood by the bed, waiting to hear his last words.
Finally, he said, "My children, your mother and I have been married for more than 50 years, and she is a wonderful cook. Even now, I can smell bread baking. Sarah, be a dear and go get me a piece."
A few minutes later, Sarah returned to the room. "Sarah," her father asked, "where's the bread I asked you to get?"
"Mama says you can't have any," Sarah replied. "It's for the funeral tomorrow."