Unfortunate Man

I was with a friend of mine this afternoon and we drove past the electricity department building in 52nd street on our way to have some lunch.
On the building's wall we saw one of those black signs; first I thought it was one of the black signs of Muharram and Ashoura but then I looked closer and could read the words on it; the sign was mourning one of the department's workers who "died of an electric shock…"
I suddenly found myself laughing. Sometimes something truly sad can be ironic in a funny way as well, that's the best I can say to explain.
The poor man escaped car bombs and mortars and survived through three wars, not to mention terrorists and death squads. And he dies of an electric shock, although we hardly get an hour of electricity a day.
How unfortunate that man was!