Remind me to buy a Hallmark card

Word has it that Yasser Arafat either is on death's door, or needs a nice nap and a Tums. Spinning is fast and furious on both sides as reports of his condition are veiled in more secrecy than Yuri Andropov in his last days at the Kremlin.

Wondering if he doesn't get the 72 virgins because he isn't murdering infidels and going out in a blaze of glory.