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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 you just lay back and let the poison work.