The next morning the recently maimed man crawls out of bed, drags himself across the floor and, with all his remaining strength, reaches up toward the counter where his soon-to-be-widowed wife has just placed a plate of cookies. When one of the fresh-baked goodies is almost in his grasp, his wife smacks his hand and says, "Those are for after the funeral!"
--dbh
When given a choice, most people will choose.