apotheosis

Here's a story since I'm not much in the mood for writing.

Subject: Death Bed Confession....

Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a
candlelight vigil by his side. She 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."

He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice, "I
have something that I must confess." There's nothing to
confess," replied the weeping Becky, "Everything's all
right, go to sleep."

"No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I ... I slept with
your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your
mother!"

I know, sweetheart," whispered Becky, "let the poison
work."