Psychic
Yasser Arafat, not feeling well and concerned about his mortality, goes to consult a Psychic about the date of his death. Closing her eyes and silently reaching into the realm of the future she finds the answer: “You will die on a Jewish holiday.” “Which one?’” Arafat asks nervously. “It doesn’t matter,” replied the psychic. “Any day you die, will be a Jewish holiday.”
