On his deathbed, an old Jew says to his wife.....
βOh, Sarah, when the shop burned down you were right beside me.β
The wife nodded dutifully, βI was, Mosheβ
He labored a bit and then said, βWhen the Nazis drove us out of our beloved Deutschland you were beside me again.β
The wife tearfully said, βI was, Mosheβ
βAnd now you're at my death bed, aren't you?β, added Moshe.
The wife replied, βI am, darling.β
The old Jew sighed, βI'm starting to think you're bad luck, Sarah.β