It was freezing cold in Caspian Sea, when Titanic had started slowly to sink down. Gholam and Parvin had almost climbed up all the way to the opposite side. Their faces painted with fear and make-up, they looked at each other and said:

Gholam - Honey, on a count to three and then jump.
Parvin - OK.
- Ready ? one…two…thr…
- Wait...! did I turn off the oven ?

Rumor has it that Gholam didn't actually freeze to death, but died of a heart attack due to Parvin's uncertainty about the oven.