Dialogues of the Dead (7.1)

Ah, Callidemides, and how did you come by your end? As for me, I was free of Dinias’s table, and there died of a surfeit; but that is stale news; you were there, of course.

Yes, I was. Now there was an element of surprise about my fate. I suppose you know that old Ptoeodorus?

The rich man with no children, to whom you gave most of your company?

That is the man; he had promised to leave me his heir, and I used to show my appreciation. However, it went on such a time; Tithonus was a juvenile to him; so I found a short cut to my property. I bought a potion, and agreed with the butler that next time his master called for wine (he is a pretty stiff drinker) he should have this ready in a cup and present it; and I was pledged to reward the man with his freedom.

And what happened? this is interesting.