Becky was on her deathbed.  Her husband, Jake, was maintaining a vigil by
her side.  He held her fragile hand, tears ran down his face.
His praying roused her from her slumber.  She looked up and her pale lips
began to move slightly.  "My darling Jake," she whispered.
"Hush, my love," he said.  "Rest, Shhh, Don't talk."
She was insistent.  "Jake," she said in her tired voice.  "I have something
I must confess to you."
"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Jake.  "Everything's all
right, go to sleep."
"No, no.  I must die in peace!"  "Jake, I slept with your brother, your best
friend, and your father!"
"I know", Jake whispered softly, "That's why I poisoned you!"