Four jockeys were travelling home from the Kentucky Derby when their car smashed into a truck and burst into flames, killing all four outright. One of the jockeys' trainers was informed of the tragedy and was asked to go to try and identify him, but was warned that all four men were badly burnt and hardly recognizable. Inside the morgue, the sheet was pulled back on the first body. "No, that's not him," said the trainer. The sheet was pulled back on the second. "No, that's not him either," said the trainer. The sheet was pulled back on the third charred body. "No, that's definitely not him," insisted the trainer. Then the sheet was pulled back on the fourth corpse. "Yes, that's him, all right," said the trainer. The mortician said: "I'm amazed. These bodies are burnt to a crisp yet you were able to identify your jockey instantly. How can you be so sure?" The trainer said: "That useless son-of-a-bitch has been my jockey for five and a half years, and, trust me, he's never in the first three."