Peter sat at his dying wife

Peter sat at his dying wife’s bedside.

Her voice was little more than a whisper.

“Pete darling,” she breathed, “I’ve a confession to make before I go… I… I’m the one who took the $10,000 from your safe.

I spent it on a fling with your best friend, Alex.

And it was I who forced your mistress to leave the city.

And I am the one who reported your income tax evasion to the government.”

“Don’t give it a second thought, sweetheart. Who do you think gave you the poison?” answered Peter.