On his death bed, an old jew says to his wife:

Oh, Sarah, when the shop burned down you were right beside me, no?
- Sure I was, Moshe.

When the Nazis drove us out of our beloved Deutschland you were beside me again, no?
- I was, Moshe.

And now you're at my death bed, aren't you?
- I am, darling.

I'm starting to think you're bad luck, Sarah.

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