Lady Luck was seldom kind to Sam. He loved poker but always lost his money, when he played the stock market he was the one who bought high and sold low. It always rained when he went on holiday.
He wasn’t a great golfer, in fact, he never managed to break 100, but the odd good shot was always enough to keep his hopes up.
Finally Sam became ill and passed away. His last request was for his ashes to be scattered on the ninth hole of his home course. Accordingly, on a bright breezy day the members assembled to carry out Sam’s wishes. Then, as the ashes were being strewn… a gust of wind came up and… blew Sam out of bounds.