Subject: Death bed confession

> >Jack was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining 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, 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 ... I slept with your sister,
> your
> >best friend, her best friend, and your Mother!"
> >
> >"I know," Becky whispered softly. "That's why I poisoned you."