A baby was born to a couple. When he was one, he could talk like an adult. When he was two, he could read anything. When he was three, he could do advanced calculus. When he was four, he could predict the future.
One day, he made three predictions. One year from today, I will die. Two years from today, my mother will die. Three years from today, my father will die.
Sure enough, a year later he died.
The father, getting the picture in a big way, loaded up his wife with a million dollars in life insurance.
Sure enough, a year later she died. He figured he had a year to live it up with that life insurance, which he did, spending every penny of it.
The eve of his projected death, he drank himself into a stupor. To his amazement, he woke up the next morning with nothing more than a bad hangover. He stumbled to the back porch to get the milk for his coffee, where he found the milk man dead.
