My wife was dying.
I was by her bedside.
She said in a tired voice,
“There’s something I must confess.”
“Shhh,” I said, “There’s nothing to confess.
Everything’s alright.”
“No, I must die in peace.
I had sx with your brother, your best friend,
his best friend, and your father!”*
“I know,” I whispered,
“That’s why I poisoned you, now close your eyes!”