Jose was dying. His wife, Cuca was maintaining a vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand in the weak light, tears running down her face. Her praying woke him from his slumber. He looked up, pale lips moving slightly.

"Cuca mi amor", he whispered. "Jose mi amor", she said "Rest don't talk".

He was insistent. "Cuca," he said in a tired voice, "I have something that I must confess."

"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Cuca, "everything's all right, go to sleep now."

"No, no. I must die in peace, I....slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother."

"I know mi amor" whispered Cuca, "now let the poison work, SO CABRON !!!!!!!!