Bill was dying, his wife sat at his bedside.
He looked up slowly and said in a very weak voice:
'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 darling and let the poison do it's work.'
