Lady Luck was seldom kind to Harry. Although he 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. But Harry wasn’t a great golfer; in fact, he never managed to break 100; yet he kept trying.
Finally Harry became ill and passed away. But just before he died, he asked that his remains be cremated and his ashes be scattered off the fairway on the ninth hole of his home course.
Accordingly, a gathering assembled to carry out Harry’s wishes. It was a bright sunny day and all was going well. But just as the ashes were being strewn, a freak gust of wind came up and blew Harry out of bounds.
Bad luck to the bitter end.