You're the director of a cadaver program at a local university; you're hurting for cash because you've been playing some point spreads with my cousins Tony, Vinny and Sal and you've had a streak of bad luck.
You have to come up with some fast cash, so you do what?
How about selling some cadavers? Great idea. Right? I mean who the hell's going to tell.
Well, wrong. But what makes getting caught so horrible is not that you got busted by the cops for something like gross abuse of a corpse; Instead you get busted by the IRS for not claiming the income on your tax returns.
I would call that a streak of bad luck.
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