No Five Guys for This Gal

I'm not exactly superstitious, but I do get crazy notions from time to time.  Here's a crazy notion for you:  My husband suggested that we might eat lunch at Five Guys the other day.  For those of you not in the know, I guess Five Guys is giving In N Out a run for their money as the best fast food burger.

At the mention of Five Guys, I whipped my head around, eyes wide, "No!"

Before the poor guy could make a comment, I continued, "My brother ate at Five Guys one day and he died the very next day."

My husband was nonplussed and finally asked mildly, "Do you think that Derek died because he ate at Five Guys?"

I replied that I didn't know, but I do know that I will never eat a Five Guys burger.

Irrational?  Yes, I suppose.  My brother died of aortic dissection, not a bad burger.  Is my refusal to eat at Five Guys somewhat justified?  In my opinion, yes.  Five Guys burgers may not have been the reason my brother passed away (okay, I know they aren't), but I would never be able to eat there because I'd remember that it's where he ate the last time he dined out.

Sorry, Five Guys, I'll be sticking with In N Out.