Jake was dying. His wife sat at the bedside. He looked up and said weakly, 'I have something I must
confess.' 'There's no need to,' his wife replied.
'No,' he insisted, 'I want to die in peace. I slept with your
sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!'
'I know, I know,' she replied. 'Now just rest and let the
poison work.'