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 Dear, 'his wife replied.

'No,' he insisted,
'I want to die in peace.
I ........slept with your sister, your best friend,
....... and your mother!'

'There, there now..I know,' she replied.
'Now you just rest and let the poison work.'