Vengeance is mine.

A family group walked into a Restaurent, went to the bar and ordered a few beers and spirits while they perused the menu. After ordering and enjoying  a sumptuous meal with all the trimmings and several bottles of wine, the head of the group asked for the bill.
He glanced and saw the price was One Euro.

“A Euro?” exclaimed the man. “Where’s the guy who owns this place?”
The Waiter replied: “Upstairs, with my wife.”
The man asked: “What’s he doing upstairs with your wife?”
The Waiter replied: “The same thing I’m doing to his business down here.

As 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, her best friend, and your mother!” “I know,” she replied.

“Now just rest and let the poison work.”