RE: [Histonet] Off topic - Friday love story

From:"Ford Royer"

Don't want to start a trend here, but here's a related tale regarding
spousal death...

Lena comes home from her twelve-hour shift at the Land O'Lakes Butter and
Spreads plant only to find Ole at the kitchen table with tears in his eyes.

"Min Gud Ole! Vat's ta mather vich ya?" asks Lena.

"I vent ta da docktr ta day, unt he says I's gots only the 12 hours ta
live." replies Ole.

Lena says "Oh Ole, min love.  Dat's da terrible nues.  Vat vould I do ta
make ta last hours spcial for ya, eh?"

"Vell, I'd like ya to fex me min favort dinner of Lutefisk & Lefse"

"Oh Ole, I'd been happy ta do tat."

"Den I'd vant us ta go up ta bed and make love ALL ta nite long unt'll I
passed avay." says Ole.

"YA!" says Lena, "Tat's easy fo you'd ta say... you'd donna hav to get up
and go ta vork in da mornin'!"


Ford M. Royer, MT(ASCP)
Minnesota Medical, Inc.
Golden Valley, MN ...where all the women are strong, all the men are good
loking, and all the children are above average.

-----Original Message-----
[] On Behalf Of Weems, Joyce
Sent: Thursday, November 09, 2006 10:15 AM
To: Marshall Terry Dr,Consultant Histopathologist;
Subject: RE: [Histonet] Off topic - Friday love story

the fun has begun!!!!

-----Original Message-----
[]On Behalf Of Marshall
Terry Dr,Consultant Histopathologist
Sent: Thursday, November 09, 2006 11:12 AM
Subject: [Histonet] Off topic - Friday love story

I just had to send this - it is so moving.


An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of
impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite biscuits
wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted
himself from the bed.

Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with
even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled
downstairs. With laboured 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, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were
literally hundreds of his favourite biscuits.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted wife of
sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table,
landing on his knees in crumpled posture. His aged and withered hand
trembled towards a biscuit at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly
smacked by his wife with a spatula.............

"F#ck off" she said, "They're for the funeral."

Dr Terry L Marshall, B.A.(Law), M.B.,Ch.B.,F.R.C.Path
 Consultant Pathologist
 Rotherham General Hospital
 South Yorkshire

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