[ChaosX73]

You do find another book to read. It's an old one that you have vague memories about, but you decide that because you can't really remember anything about it, it's just as good as reading a new book. However, as soon as you open it up to shake the dust out, a crap load of pressed four-leaf clovers fall to the floor and shatter. You forgot that this was the book that you had pressed them all in, and now your luck has run out. A meteor smashes into your house while you are home alone and kills you.

I wish I could have crazy-good understanding of the Great Gatsby and its symbolism.