Earlier at lunch I was told by a fellow colleague from another department that a regular guest on one of our cruises who happen to be a junket as well had passed away on the first day of chinese new year of some disease. He told me that this person almost literally lives on the ship as he's up there and out at sea almost 6 days in a week and spends most of his time at the 'entertainment centre'. He's also well known to be a high roller and friendly to almost all the crew onboard.
Well, the reason for him telling me the story of this man's passing wasn't because he wanted to tell me how much sympathy he felt for the deceased, but for the regret he is currently carrying around in his heart for missing the opportunity to purchase the 4D/Toto number of the dead person.
Although I occassionally get the itch for gambling and trying my luck at four digit numbers, I however don't enjoy making use of dead people's 'lucky' numbers. Be it the number of their automobile, mobile numbers as well as maybe death certificate numbers. My take on the whole four digit number and afterlife thing is, if the guy is 6 feet inside the ground, lets leave him to rest in peace.
But the fact that yesterday's draw was a special chinese new year one, and the first prize money pool (which happened to be the dead guy's handphone number) came up to be RM9.6 million, I guess every person who was close to him or even knew who he was had a small reason to wallow in self pity and enjoy the privilege of blaming him/herself for not putting some money down on that number to enjoy a slice of that prosperity pie.
Anyway, it wasn't that bad after all, at least we had something to chat about over lunch. We were daydreaming about what we would do if we had 9.6 million bucks in the bank. Would we resign tomorrow and go relax on some remote beach in Hawai'i, wouldn't that be awesome!
