Ole is on his deathbed. The doctor has told him he has only a few hours to live. He catches the scent of his favorite cookie bars wafting through the air. With all the strength he can muster, he drags himself into the kitchen and sees a fresh pan cooling on the rack. He cuts one out and bites into the scrumptious cookie.
Lena comes in, smacks his hand, and says, "Shame on you, Ole! Dese are for after de funeral!