Z is for Zodiac

"Woo-hoo, we pulled it off," Dave grinned as he gave his brother a resounding hi-five.  "Incredible," Bruce agreed, dumping the contents of his back-pack on the bed.  They stared down at the pile of neatly wrapped hundred dollar bills.  "How much do you think is there?"

"I told you this was a sweet deal," Dave crowed after they had divvied up the loot.  "You thought I was on dope when I took that horoscope reading class, didn't you?"  His brother nodded in agreement, "Yup, I thought you had lost it for sure.  So explain it to me again, how do you know which horse to pick?"

"I take our date, time, month, year and place of birth and chart our horoscopes.  Then I get the same information for the race horses and I chart their horoscope.  When both our charts and the horse's chart are favorable it's a no brainer.  Quick trip to the track, pick out the horses that are long shots and we go home with a sack full of cash.  And the best part is it's legal!"

Bruce's face briefly clouded up.  "Hey Dave, if you can tell when things are going to be good can you also see when they'll be bad?"   "Yea, I suppose," Dave answered cautiously.  Bruce hesitated and then asked, "Could you even tell when we'll die?"  "Knock it off Bruce, I wouldn't tell you even if I knew."   Bruce let out a sigh of relief, that wasn't something he'd really want to know.

"So," Dave said, "wanna go grab a bite to eat?  I'll drive."  "Sure" Bruce replied, "I'll meet you out front."   He headed out the door and grabbed the mail out of the box while he waited from Dave to bring the car around.  Glancing through the envelopes he noticed one from  Sun City Life Insurance.  Curious he ripped open the flap and read, "Dear Mr. Stowe, please find enclosed the premium notice for Policy #63452, Total Death Benefit: $1,000,000.00, Person Insured:  Bruce Stowe, Beneficiary: David Stowe.