An old man is lying on his deathbed with all his children, grandchildren 
and his older great-grandchildren all around, 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." 
"Could you please go down and get me a sliver?" the old man begs with his final breath. 
One of the grandchildren is immediately dispatched and 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, she says you can't have any - it's for the funeral!"