My 89-year-old mother (divorced twice, which, in this case, is pertinent information about her) LOVED this one.

by Linda MacNeal
(Somers, NY)

Jake was dying. His wife sat at the bedside.

He looked up and said weakly, "I have something I must confess."

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

"No," he insisted, "I want to die in peace. I slept with your sister, your best friend, and her best friend.”

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