As Henry lay on his deathbed, he turned to his wife, Sarah, with a solemn expression.
“Sarah, before I leave this world, I must confess. There was a time, just once in our thirty years of marriage, when I was unfaithful. I beg for your forgiveness.”
Sarah pauses for a moment, then walks over to the dresser, opens a drawer, and takes out a small box. She carefully places two chess pieces and a stack of money on the bed.
Henry, puzzled, asks, “What’s this?”
“Well, Henry,” Sarah replies, “I too had my moments of indiscretion. Each time I had a fling, I placed a chess piece in this box.”
Henry, initially upset, composes himself and asks, “But why the money?”
Tears welling up in her eyes, Sarah confesses, “Whenever I gathered enough chess pieces for a full set, I sold it on eBay.”
