Lady Luck was seldom kind to Sam.
Although Sam had a real zest for life he was always beset by bad
He loved poker but poker did not love him; he played the stock
always seemed to be the one who bought high and sold low.
His life seemed to be full of more downs than ups.
His greatest delight was his golf game.
Not that Sam was a great golfer; in fact, he never managed to
but the odd shot that somehow ended up in the general area he
had in mind
was enough to keep his hopes alive.
Sadly, Sam became ill and passed away. But just before he died,
he asked that his remains be cremated and his ashes be scattered
just off the fairway on the
ninth hole of his home course.
Accordingly, a gathering assembled to carry out Sam's wishes.
It was a bright sunny day and was going well.
Then, as the ashes were being strewn .... a gust of wind came
up and ...
blew Sam out of bounds.