Jake was on his deathbed , with his wife , Becky , maintaining a steady vigil by his side.

As she held his fragile hand , her warm tears ran silently down her face , splashed onto his face and 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., " Go back to sleep , Shhh , don't talk." But he was insistent.

" Becky," he said in his tired voice , " I have to talk, I have something I must confess to you. "

" There's nothing to confess , " replied the weeping Becky , It's all right, Everything's all right , Go to sleep now. "

" No , no . I must die in peace , Becky. I slept with your sister , your best friend and our next door neighbor. "

Becky mustered a pained smile and stroked his hand.

" Hush now , Jake. Don't torment yourself . I know all about it, " she said.

" Why do you think I poisoned you?"

HAHA! Wasn't that hilarious!?