Okay, so this older man is laying on his death-bed, his wife hovering nearby.
“Honey,” he whispers, “I have something to say.”
‘Yes, my love?”
“I remember when we were dating and I wrecked the car and bled all over your new dress, you stayed with me. Then, after we were married, a fire broke out in our apartment, and you were right there by my side. Then, a few years later, when business went bad and I had to file bankruptcy, you were there. And now, here I am, cancer riddling through me, I’m about to die, and here you are. You know what, Darlling?”
“I think you’re bad luck. Get the fuck out of here!”