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", answered Jake, "that's why I poisoned you, bitch"