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

An old man is lying on his deathbed with all his children,
grandchildren and his 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 sliver?" 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."