An 85-year-old man on his deathbed looks up at his 81-year-old wife. They have been married for more than 50 years and have four sons. Three of the sons have red hair and light skin. The fourth son, the youngest, has black hair and dark eyes.
The old man asks his wife, "Tell me, before I die, is our youngest son my child?"
His wife says, "I swear to you on all that is holy: He is your son."
The man smiles, closes his eyes, and dies.
The wife turns to the nurse next to her and says, "Thank God he did not ask me about the first three."
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