Jake is dying. His wife sits at his bedside holding his hand.
He looks up and says weakly, “I have something I must confess.” “There’s no need to,” his wife says. “No,” he insists, “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 soothes. “Now just rest and let the poison work.”