Pickles and Non Sequitur both featured death cartoons yesterday.
It’s another cemetery joke in Non Sequitur. A guy is lounging in a grave, complete with recliner, reading lamp and newspaper in hand. A woman (presumably his wife) is standing nearby saying, “Speaking of hating to spend money on things that aren’t being used, your dinner is getting cold.”
Meanwhile, over in Pickles, Grampa Earl is coughing and sniffling. His grandson says, “You’re not going to die, are you Grampa?” He replies, “Yes, but probably not today.”
The boy replies, “Good. I don’t want to be here when you die.” Grampa says, “Okay. I’ll try to schedule it when you’re out of town.”
Would we be better off knowing our own mortal deadline? It never seems to come at a convenient time.
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