Confessions

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!”