|A guy went to the track and won three hundred dollars. Thinking his luck would hold he went back the next day ready to make a killing.|
As he was looking over the horses set to run in the last race he noticed a priest making signs over one of the nags. Thinking that he had really lucked in, the guy bet every nickel he had won and every cent he could scrape up on the horse. Naturally, the horse finished last.
Leaving the track he happened to bump into the very priest he had seen blessing the horse. "Father," he said, "I am a ruined man! I saw you blessing that horse and I bet every cent I had on him."
The priest was horrified. "My son," he said, "I was not blessing that horse, I was administering the last rites!"
The Dhammapada: The Way of the Buddha Vol-8