Jake was on his deathbed. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a
vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand; tears ran 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.... don't talk."
He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice. "I
have something I must confess to you."
"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky.
"Everything's all right, go to sleep."
"No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I slept with your
sister, your best friend, and your mother."
"I know," answered Becky, "that's why I poisoned you." (from
"larryj10")
     
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