poor old Jake.....

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.'