Then there was the statitician who drowned trying to walk through a river with an average depth of 4 feet.
LOL. I knew that guy. He was rather dull, but he had his
moments.
I mean, this was the guy who could draw a mathematically precise line from an unwarranted assumption to a foregone conclusion.
He never had to say he was certain about anything. Being the kind of fellow he was, his fiancé finally asked him to marry her. He failed to reject her.
He didn’t think much of himself. He would say that statisticians are people who like figures but don't have the personality skills to become accountants.
He would often pine, “If you are the one out of million kind of guy, there are still tens of thousands just like you!”
Surprisingly, he was something of an extrovert. He would look at
your shoes while talking to you.
He was convinced statistics played a role in genetics and that he could prove numbers of offspring was an inherited trait. He would say, “If your parents didn’t have any kids, odds are that you won’t, either!”