Bob is on his deathbed, surrounded by his family. He musters the strength to confess a secret to his wife, Susan.
“Darling,” Bob says weakly, “I have to tell you something. I cheated on you once, many years ago. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”
Susan, with a calm demeanor, nods and replies, “Bob, I suspected it all these years, and I forgave you a long time ago.”
Relieved, Bob then asks, “Well, Susan, is there anything you want to confess before I go?”
Susan hesitates for a moment, then she reaches under the bed and pulls out a shoebox. Opening it, she reveals a stack of money.
Bob, puzzled, asks, “What’s the money for, Susan?”
She smiles and says, “Every time I forgave you, I started a money jar. And, well, I invested it wisely.”
Bob, surprised, asks, “Invested it? What do you mean?”
Susan grins, “Yes, Bob. Each time the jar was full, I invested in stocks. So, you could say your affairs funded our retirement.”
Bob, with a mix of astonishment and amusement, chuckles, “Well, I guess it was a mutual investment, after all.”
