Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by
his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her
praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began
to move slightly.

My darling Becky, he whispered.

Hush, my love, she said. Rest. Shhh, dont talk.

He was insistent. Becky, he said in his tired voice. I… I have
something I must confess to you.

Theres nothing to confess, replied the weeping Becky. Everythings all
right, go to sleep.

No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I… I slept with your Sister, your
best friend, her best friend, and your Mother!

I know, Becky whispered softly. Thats why I poisoned you.