Late Contrition

[Drone_pilot]

Jake was dying. His wife was at his bedside. He looked up at her and said
weakly: "I have something I must confess."


"There's no need to," his wife replied soothingly.


"No," he insisted, "I want to die in peace. I must have your forgiveness. I
did a terrible thing. I slept with your sister. I slept with your best
friend. Her best friend. And your mother."


"I know," she replied, "now just lie back, rest and let the poison work."