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His wife, Becky was maintaining a candlelight vigil at his bed side.
She held his fragile hand, tears streaming down her face. Her praying
roused him from his slumber. He looked up at her and his pale lips began to
move slightly.

'My darling Becky,' he whispered.

'Hush, my love,' she said. 'Rest, Shhh, don't talk.'

In his tired voice, he said 'I have something I must confess to you.'

'There's nothing to confess,' replied the weeping Becky. 'Everything
is all right...go to sleep.'

'No, no I must die in peace Becky. I....I cheated on you.'

'I know,' Becky whispered softly. 'Now close your eyes and let the
poison work.'