On his deathbed, on old Jew tells 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, 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.’