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

"Becky, my darling" he whispered.

"Hush my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk."

He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice, "I have something that I must confess."

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 ... I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!"

"I know, sweetheart," whispered Becky, "now be quiet and let the poison work!"