Wayne was on his deathbed. His wife Misty was maintaining a vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand, tears ran down her face. Her praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly.
"My darling Misty" she whispered.
"Hush my love" he said "Rest Shhh Don't talk."
He was insistent "Misty" he said in his tired voice "I have something I must confess to you."
"There's nothing to confess" replied the weeping Misty "Everything's alright go to sleep"
"No, no I must die in peace, Misty, I slept with your mother, your best friend and her mother"
"I know darling" Misty replied "That's why I poisoned you"
