The Dying Man and Brisket

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A Jewish man lies on his deathbed, surrounded by his children. “Ah,” he says, “I can smell your mother’s brisket — how I would love to taste it one last time before I die.” So one of his sons hurries down to the kitchen, but he returns empty-handed.
“Sorry, papa. She says it’s for after the funeral.”