Soothsayer is all, “Yo Caesar! Beware the Ides of March, my friend.”

Caesar is all, “Whatever, man. The 15th of March means nothing to me.”

Soothsayer responds, “Your funeral. See what I did there? You like that?”

Caeser is like, “Stop it with the puns. You’re lame. Now leave.”

The Ides roll around and Caesar calls his friend Soothsayer, “The Ides of March are come.”

Soothsayer replies, “Aye, Caesar, but not gone.”

Caesar has a good laugh at his buddy and walks out the door to attend an important meeting. Then Caesar’s friend Brutus walks in, and stabs him in the stomach.

The end.