Yassar Arafat, not feeling well and concerned about his mortality, goes
to consult a psychic about the date of his death.

Closing her eyes and silently reaching into the realm of the future she
finds the answer: "You will die on a Jewish holiday.

"Which one?" Arafat asks nervously.

"It doesn't matter," replied the psychic. "Whenever you die, it'll be a
Jewish holiday."