Jake and Becky

[Mechanic]

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. Shh, 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, her best friend and your mother!" "I know,"
Becky whispered softly. "That's why I poisoned you."...