Boudreaux was on his last dying breath. He was upstairs in the water bed and was about to slip out of this world, when he smelled it.
The most wonderful smell. Brownies, baking in the oven downstairs.
He struggled out of the water bed. He could not stand up, so he crawled over the stairway and rolled down the stairs. He crawled into the kitchen and pulled himself up to the counter where the brownies were cooling on the rack. He took one and put it to his mouth. Awe that wonderful smell, that wonderful taste.