Okay, so, the war is going poorly for Germany, and Hitler is getting very nervous. He goes to a fortuneteller, and he asks her to tell him when he's going to die.

The fortuneteller peers into her crystal ball. "O great Fuhrer," she announces after a bit, "I have seen that you will die upon a Jewish holiday."

Hitler considers this. "Which Jewish holiday?" he asks.

The fortuneteller peers into her crystal ball some more. "O great Fuhrer," she finally says, "any day upon which you die will be a Jewish holiday!"