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,' she replied.
- 'Now just rest and let the poison work.'