 He said, I'm just sitting here smelling my mother's pies. I said, Grandma's pies? He said, yeah, they're cherry pies. I said, you can smell them. It goes clear as day. Well, I couldn't smell any cherry pie. I smelled hospital. I said, well, I bet Grandma's going to have a lot of pies waiting for you when you go to heaven. And he smiled and said, yeah, I think so.