But, woman, it is necessary

The husband, on his deathbed, calls his wife.
In a hoarse, already weak voice, he says,
"Very well, I'll take my time, but first I want to make you a confession.


- No, no, no, you should not make any effort.
- But, woman, it is necessary. The husband insists.
- It is necessary to die in peace, I want to confess something to you.
- Okay, fine. I speak "I've had relationships with your sister, your mom, and your best friend.
- I know, I know that's why it poisons you!