On his deathbed barely able to breathe, Edward smelled the aroma of freshly baked brownies. He always had a passion for this confection and thought to himself, "If I could just have one more brownie I could die in peace!"
He called to his wife but his voice was so frail she couldn't hear him. Not getting an answer, he slid out of the bed and onto the floor, then dragged himself across the room and out into the hallway.
Down the hall and down the stairs he slowly moved, crawling hand over hand closer to that heavenly smell. At the bottom of the stairs he pulled himself along painfully-hand over hand closer to that delicious aroma. He continued-through the living room, across the dining room, and finally up into his chair at the dining table. He reached across the table and grabbed the tray of freshly baked brownies.
But as Edward dragged the tray toward himself it made a scraping noise, and suddenly he heard his wife yell from the kitchen, "Don't touch the brownies, they're for the funeral!"
Bo tells Jed, "Ya know, I reckon I'm 'bout ready for a vacation. Only this year I'm gonna do it a little different. The last few years, I took your advice about where to go."
"Well, what are you going to do, then?" Jed asks.
"Three years ago you said to go to Hawaii. I went to Hawaii and Earlene got pregnant."
"Yeah," Jed agrees.
"Then two years ago, you told me to go to the Bahamas, and Earlene got pregnant again."
"I remember," Jed says.
"Last year you suggested Tahiti and darned if Earlene didn't get pregnant again."
"So," Jed asks, "what you gonna do this year that's different?"
"Well," Bo replies,
"This year I'm taking Earlene with me."