Lady Luck was seldom kind to Sam.
Although Sam had a real zest for life he was constantly beset by bad luck.
He loved poker but poker did not love him; he played the stock market with great anticipation but 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 break 100, but the odd shot that somehow ended up in the general area he had in mind was enough to keep his hopes alive.
Finally 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.