Les Douleurs de la Mort

If it helps, the artist captioned this one (more or less) The Pains of Death.

And from this same strip, a Comic That Made Me Laugh Out Loud that also qualifies for the Arlo Page:

Deathsticks

Other than being reminiscent of Dead Like Me, what’s the actual joke here?

The Complete Funky Files

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What Moore Can Happen to Les?

Clearly Tom Batiuk is hellbent on showing us that Lisa Moore was, indeed, the lucky one. When last we saw widower Les, he was wandering the seedier parts of New York City, having just had his wallet and cell phone stolen — and he suddenly remembered that he was supposed to have been on his way home today.

He’s clearly no more than a deus ex machina away from becoming one of those guys who tries to tries to clean your windshield with a greasy rag near the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel.

Since by now even Mr. Batiuk must be running out of tortures to inflict on his characters, I propose (said proposal suggested by one of Laurie’s posts) that we help him out by suggesting additional indignities Les can be subjected to before the Great Leap Forward (and extra credit if it explains why he apparently isn’t telling all this to a psychiatrist until ten years later).

Yesterday’s Post: Where Depression’s Just Status Quo

So what, Les is living on Skid Row now and has lost track of what day it is? And never bought a return ticket?

Maybe this is why he isn’t speaking to the psychiatrist until 10 years after the fact: He’d been living in New York as a homeless person for the past decade.

You know… It reaches a point where the unrelenting misery just becomes perversely funny

 or country music.

Lose It As Quickly As You Urn It

Am I missing something, or is there a complete disconnect between the first and second panels? And what does airport security not checking the camera case have to do with the price of tea in China anyway?

(and for that matter, is there any possibility you’d be allowed to take an urn full of ashes — or so you claim — on board a plane as carry-on? Unless, I guess, this whole storyline has been retconned back to 1997)

His Only Concern

Hopefully, the point of all this will be his eventual realization that his “only concern” was terribly misplaced: One one hand there’s his daughter, a little girl whose just lost her mother, who he’s dumping off with friends. On the other hand there’s Lisa’s ashes, which he’d promised to scatter in New York’s Central Park — but there really isn’t all that great a rush on this.

The Last Laugh

by syndicated cartoonist Jeff Stahler

So the Slow, Lingering Death Baton Has Been Passed On to Grandpa Jim…

The Rule of Three

• So who’s going to follow Lisa Moore and Grandpa Jim into the Great Unknown?

Leaving

Umm… yes she did?

The bigger question here is, in whose mind is this scene taking place?

Or perhaps it should be, Since when is the Angel of Music moonlighting as the Angel of Death?

Tomorrow is a Good Day to Die

Looks like Lisa Moore might not be leaving this mortal coil alone on Thursday