Husbands One, Two, Four, five, Six, and Lucky Number Seven all died accidentally of food poisoning. Husband Three committed suicide by shooting himself repeatedly through the heart while falling off a cliff. These things happen…
In my previous comic, I had a couple getting married. It was (for me) an unusually sweet moment.
But today? Ack! We’re wallowing in the worst of wedded woes!
What can I say? Romantic comedy is a brutal business.
I just found a link to the world’s best wedding toast. I discovered it on Mark Evanier’s site–which is rapidly becoming my favorite blog.
Just in case there’s any doubt, we’re back to stand-alone gags for now. Totally random. No plan. No grand scheme…
Or so it would appear.
My readers often surprise me. You find ideas and themes that I didn’t know were there. You folks are wildly creative. (And you’re much too smart and sophisticated to be taken in by mere flattery!) So, maybe you’ll find a way to connect all the comics in the coming weeks. Maybe they’ll make sense to you as part of a single storyline.
If so, let me–and probably a qualified therapist–know!
