An elderly irish man is on his death bed. he can feel the end isnt far off, when he suddenly notices a wonderful aroma. he relises his loving wife of 60 years is baking his favourite food, scones. he finds the strength to drag himself to the kitchen, and as he reaches his frail, withered hand up to the table, he suddenly feels the wack of a wooden spoon, as his wife barks, HANDS OFF!!!!! THEY'RE FOR THE FUNERAL.