reminds me of a joke:
A lady is getting married for the fourth time and a new acquaintance of hers is questioning her fourth marriage, seeing that her first three husbands were deceased and very wealthy at the times of their deaths.
"oh, my first husband died of poisoned mushrooms, and so did the second", she said.
"oh, how sad", said her friend. "and what took your third husband's life? It wasn't the mushrooms again, was it?"
"oh, heavens no! He died from gunshot wounds", she told her.
"gunshot wounds? oh my, how did that happen?", her friend asked.
"well, I just couldn't get him to eat the poisoned mushrooms no matter how hard I tried".