An old man is lying on his deathbed with his children,

An old man is lying on his deathbed with his children, grandchildren, and
older great-grandchildren all around, teary-eyed at the approaching finale
of a very long and productive life. The old man in is a terminal coma,
and the doctors have confirmed that the waiting will be over within the
next twenty-four hours. Suddenly, the old man opens his eyes and croaks:
"I must be dreaming of heaven! I smell your grandmother's strudel!"

"No, grandfather, you are not dreaming. Grandmother is baking strudel now."

"I know I will never have another taste of her delicious strudel after this
one. Could you please go down and get me a piece?", the old man begs with
what is left of his final breath.

One of the grandchildren is immediately dispatched to honor the old man's
last request. After a long time, he returns empty-handed.

"Did you bring me one last piece of your grandmother's delicious strudel?"
the old man plaintively queries.

"I'm very sorry, grandfather, but she says it's for the funeral."