Jake was on his deathbed with his wife, Susan, by his side. He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly.

“My darling Susan,” he whispered.

“Hush, my love. Rest. Don’t talk.”

He was insistent. “Susan, I have something I must confess to you.”

“There’s nothing to confess,” replied the weeping Susan. “Everything’s all right, go to sleep.”

“No, no. I must die in peace, Susan. I slept with your sister, your best friend, and your mother.”

“I know. That’s why I poisoned you.”