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On his death bed, an old jew says to his wife:
โ€” Oh, Sarah, when the shop burned down you were right beside me, no?
โ€” Sure I was, Moshe.
โ€” When the Nazis drove us out of our beloved Deutschland you were beside me again, no?
โ€” I was, Moshe.
โ€” And now you're at my death bed, aren't you?
โ€” I am, darling.
โ€” I'm starting to think you're bad luck, Sarah.