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An Irishman lies dying; his wife is by his bedside.
He says to her in a weakened voice, “There is something I must confess.”
“Shhhh” said the wife, “there is nothing to confess.”
She holds his hand and caresses his head. “Everything is all right,” she whispers.
“NO!!” the husband replied. “I must die in peace ... I had sex with your sister, your best friend, her best friend and your best friend's mum!”
“I know,” she whispered, “That's why I poisoned you. Now close your eyes ......."
He says to her in a weakened voice, “There is something I must confess.”
“Shhhh” said the wife, “there is nothing to confess.”
She holds his hand and caresses his head. “Everything is all right,” she whispers.
“NO!!” the husband replied. “I must die in peace ... I had sex with your sister, your best friend, her best friend and your best friend's mum!”
“I know,” she whispered, “That's why I poisoned you. Now close your eyes ......."
