2007-06-10
Original: 2007-06-10 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A priest with red hair, dressed in black with a purple-and-gold stole, stands at the bedside of a sick old man in a hospital bed. The old man clutches a green money bag marked with a dollar sign.
Priest: "You can't take it with you, my son. Let me give you your last rites."
Panel 2: The old man, now in heaven among the clouds, stands before Saint Peter (a robed figure with a golden halo) at a podium/gate.
Caption: "Soon..."
Saint Peter: "Where's all your stuff? How are you gonna trade for cigarettes?"
Votey: A close-up of a man's smug face.
Man: "Hope you like washing dishes"
Priest: "You can't take it with you, my son. Let me give you your last rites."
Panel 2: The old man, now in heaven among the clouds, stands before Saint Peter (a robed figure with a golden halo) at a podium/gate.
Caption: "Soon..."
Saint Peter: "Where's all your stuff? How are you gonna trade for cigarettes?"
Votey: A close-up of a man's smug face.
Man: "Hope you like washing dishes"
Alt text
A two-panel SMBC comic. Panel one: a red-haired priest in black robes with a purple-and-gold stole stands beside a dying old man in a hospital bed who is hugging a green money bag with a dollar sign on it. The priest says, "You can't take it with you, my son. Let me give you your last rites." Panel two, captioned "Soon...": the old man now stands in the clouds of heaven, empty-handed, before a haloed Saint Peter at a gate. Saint Peter says, "Where's all your stuff? How are you gonna trade for cigarettes?" The joke flips the pious 'you can't take it with you' line into the idea that money would actually be useful in the afterlife. Votey aftercomic: a close-up of a smug man's face saying, "Hope you like washing dishes" — implying the broke newcomer must pay off his debts with menial labor.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.