Not feeling well, and being concerned about his immortality, Barack Obama consults with a psychic about the date of his death.Ah, Simi ... thanks for the belly laugh!
Closing her eyes and reaching out to the future, she tells the President, “You will die on a Jewish holiday.”
With much anxiety, Barack asks, “Which holiday?”
“It really doesn’t matter.” She replies. “Whenever you die, it will be a Jewish holiday.