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.