Another one from Elizabeth at Mirth & Motivation.
Sylve was dying. His wife sat at the bedside. He looked up and said weakly, “I have something I must confess.”
“There’s no need,” his wife replied.
“No,” he insisted, “I want to die in peace. I slept with you, your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!”
“I know, I know,” his wife replied. “Now just rest and let the poison work.”