Peter put his son to bed and his son started to pray.

Son: Good night mummy, Good night Daddy, Good night Nanny, Goodbye Granddad. The next day his granddad dropped dead.

Next night. Son: Good night Mummy, Good Night Daddy, Goodbye Nanny.

The next day his Nanny dropped dead. The Next Night. Son: Good Night Mummy, Goodbye Daddy. Peter: Oh F**k! The next day he wouldn't touch anything, not his computer just in case he got electrocuted, he wouldn't eat his lunch.

He wouldn't even touch his pencil.

He walked 5 miles to get home and said to his wife. Peter: Oh honey! I've had a bad day. Wife: You've had a bad day, the mailman dropped dead!