An old man was lying on his deathbed. An old man was lying on his deathbed. His wife of forty years was holding his hand. He looked at her and said “Margaret, It seems like you have always been with me when I was in need. Remember that time I fell down the stairs? You stayed with me. And when I lost my job? You were right there. Now that I am dying, you are here. You know what, Margaret?” “What, John?” “I think you’re a jinx.”