Death and Taxes...
nce upon a time, there was a merchant of Baghdad who learnt one day that Death was looking for him. So, he decided to flee from Baghdad to a very distant city. After pushing his horse for many hours at top speed, he arrived triumphant but exhausted at his destination. He cantered into the marketplace and there found Death, whose jaw dropped with astonishment and said, I knew I had an appointment with you today, and I just didn't how I was going to make it in time to Baghdad!