Bobs is on his death bed and he calls out for his wife.

She comes in and he says " You know Marge I remember when we were just married and we bought the farm and we had to go through the 15 year drought and you stood by me.

Then I remember the bank fore closed on the farm and we had sell and you were there by my side.

In the great depression things got even tougher and there you were right by my side again.

And now, here we are at my own death bed and here you are again Maude right by my side; "Im starting to think you're nothing but bad luck."