The poor Mexican was laying
on his death bed with only
hours to live. Suddenly he
smelled the tamales he
loved so dearly. So the
terminally ill man pulled
himself out of bed and
crawled to the kitchen.
There his wife was
removing a fresh batch
from the stove top. As he
reached for one, his wife
smacked him on the head
with a spoon, “Leave them
alone! They’re for your
funeral.”