Fred got a lifetime coaching contract: he was to be the assistant coach of a
college football team, and it meant big bucks for him. He was no longer
worried about his retirement.
Just as his friends gathered at their local watering hole, one of his
buddies said to him, "I guess congratulations are in order. But before you
get ahead of yourself, let me remind you that the last guy who had that job
also had a lifetime contract. Then he had a bad year, and then the college
president called him in for a meeting. After which, the president pronounced
him dead, and fired him."