Jake was dying. His lover, Bob, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side. He held his fragile hand, tears running down his face.

His praying roused Jake from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly.

"My darling Bob," he whispered.

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

He was insistent. "Bob," he said in his tired voice. "I....I have something I must confess to you."

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

"No, no. I must die in peace, Bob. I...I slept with your brother, your best friend, his best friend, and your Father!"

"I know..." Bob whispered softly, "That's why I poisoned you."