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April, 2005 Humor
Wishful Thinking
Jake's Demise
Jake lay dying while his wife held a candlelight vigil by his side. She
gently 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. "Becky, my darling, " he whispered.
"Hush, my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk."
But Jake was insistent. "Becky," he said in his weak and barely audible voice. "I have something that I must confess."
"There isn't anything to confess," replied the weeping Becky. "Everything is all right. Go to sleep, my Dear."
"No, no, I must die in peace, Becky ... I .... I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother."
"Shhhh, Darling," whispered Becky, "Let the poison work."