It was a wonderful honeymoon, the beginning of a great life with his new, beautiful bride. They honeymooned in a mountain resort, rustic and idyllic. They made love, dined in the quaint restaurant, and went for a hike to the top of the mountain.
The air was country fresh, birds chirped, a slight breeze ruffled his wife’s long auburn hair. He hugged her and told her he loved her. She said I love you too.
They hiked to a nearby cliff with a spectacular view of the ocean. Tall pointed rocks jutted up from below. HIs wife said, “Look! You won’t believe this!” He dashed to her side, said, “What are you looking at?”
“Way down there about 50 yards below,” his wife said.
He peered precariously over the cliff, screamed, and saw the jutting rocks rising up fast at him after his wife pushed him off the cliff to his impending, certain death. She cackled like an evil witch watching his body smashed to death on the rocks.
She told the police it was an accident. Since she seemed so sweet and incapable of malice, they bought her lie, and she was never charged with the murder of her new husband.
A year later she married a man in another state and talked him into honeymooning in the mountains.
Bob Boyd