An old Italian man is lying on his deathbed. He smells the aroma of meatballs, his favorite food, coming from downstairs. With much effort, he manages to get himself out of bed and slowly crawl down the stairs, making his way to the kitchen. When he gets there, he sees 5 trays of meatballs on the counter, As he reaches for a meatball, his wife cracks him on the knuckles with a wooden spoon, and says . . . "HEY ! . . .They're for the funeral !"

Hah!

Good one.

😂

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[chef]

[frypan]