An elderly bajan man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of > impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite flying fish > and breadfruit wafting up the stairs. > > He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. > Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs. > > Downstairs, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen, where > if not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, > for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were hundreds of > his favorite flying fish and breadfruit. > > Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his wife of sixty years, > seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? > > He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled > posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the flying fish and > breadfruit was already in his mouth. With a trembling hand he reached up to > the edge of the table, when suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by > his wife. > > ' Ya making sport? Move ya'self!' she said. ' Dem is for de funeral.
> impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite flying fish
> and breadfruit wafting up the stairs.
>
> He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.
> Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.
>
> Downstairs, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen, where
> if not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven,
> for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were hundreds of
> his favorite flying fish and breadfruit.
>
> Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his wife of sixty years,
> seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
>
> He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled
> posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the flying fish and
> breadfruit was already in his mouth. With a trembling hand he reached up to
> the edge of the table, when suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by
> his wife.
>
> ' Ya making sport? Move ya'self!' she said. ' Dem is for de funeral.