>A friend of mine from high school (a rather sick, demented, twisted friend....yes, hard to believe that I'd have friends like that) runs a rather morbid contest every year called the Dead Pool List. Obviously inspired by the movie
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>Each participant pays in $100 bucks by Jan 1 and predicts the untimely demise of 10 people. My friend is the "commish" of the game and reserves judgment on pics (i.e. you can't pick someone where it's rather obvious).
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>I've never played the game but I know he's been doing it for years.
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>Well, I just learned today that my friend, the Commish of the game, has me on the list. And he's currently tied with several other people. Which means if I meet an untimely demise before December 31st, he's going to have a good payday.
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>He and his brother just invited me out for dinner tomorrow night. Should I attend?

Sure...I'll bet that there's a provision in the rules of the game that precludes murder.

But I'd check my car over before I left ;-)