SAN ANTONIO — Death. Taxes. Jalen Brunson down the stretch.

There was never a doubt, of course, because Brunson long ago demonstrated the composure of a Shaolin Monk when the pressure picks up (yes, that’s a shot at Victor Wembanyama). But in case there were any concerns about a new environment, Wednesday’s answer was an emphatic affirmation: Brunson’s clutch gene transfers to the NBA Finals.

After largely horrendous shooting through three quarters from Brunson — a stretch that included a knee bump, an ankle twist and vulgar harassment from Spurs fans — the Knicks superstar grabbed his cape and did what he does.

Remember Mariano Rivera at his peak? The sparking of victory cigars when “Enter Sandman” blared through the stadium speakers?  Brunson is giving us the same vibes.