A man was taking his last breaths on his deathbed, his wife was maintaining a vigil by his side.
She held his fragile hand, and tears ran down her face.
Her praying momentarily aroused him from his slumber.
He looked up at her, and his pale lips began to move slightly.
“My darling Susan,” he whispered.
“Hush, my love,” she said. “Rest. Shhh. Don’t talk.”
He was insistent. “Susan,” he said in his tired voice. “I have something I must confess to you.”
“There’s nothing to confess,” replied the weeping Susan. “Everything’s all right, go to sleep.”
“No, no. I must die in peace, Susan. I have to confess to you that I slept with both your sister and your best friend.”
“I already know honey,” she replied. “That’s why I poisoned you.”
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