2009-11-21
Original: 2009-11-21 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: An elderly woman lies in a hospital bed, holding up a framed photo. An elderly bald man sits at her bedside (seen from behind in the foreground).
Elderly woman: "MY ONE REGRET IS THAT OUR SON ALWAYS FELT THAT I THOUGHT TOO MUCH OF... IMPERMANENT THINGS."
Panel 2: The elderly man holds up a printed document/pamphlet showing a diamond illustration. The woman leans in beside him to look at it.
Elderly man: "SO, WHEN I DIE, I WANT TO USE THIS PROCESS. THEY CREMATE YOU AND TURN THE CARBON INTO A DIAMOND."
Panel 3 (left): Close-up of the elderly man's face, smiling gently.
Elderly man: "THAT'S BEAUTIFUL. WHAT CUT WOULD YOU LIKE?"
Panel 4 (right): Extreme close-up of the man's intense, narrowed eyes and stern expression.
Elderly man: "LENS."
Panel 5: A man with flame-like red hair recoils in shock and pain as a green laser/energy beam fires from an off-panel device on the left, striking him.
Votey:
The elderly bald man with sunglasses holds a large diamond lens, having apparently just fired it.
Elderly man: "SORRY!"
Elderly woman: "MY ONE REGRET IS THAT OUR SON ALWAYS FELT THAT I THOUGHT TOO MUCH OF... IMPERMANENT THINGS."
Panel 2: The elderly man holds up a printed document/pamphlet showing a diamond illustration. The woman leans in beside him to look at it.
Elderly man: "SO, WHEN I DIE, I WANT TO USE THIS PROCESS. THEY CREMATE YOU AND TURN THE CARBON INTO A DIAMOND."
Panel 3 (left): Close-up of the elderly man's face, smiling gently.
Elderly man: "THAT'S BEAUTIFUL. WHAT CUT WOULD YOU LIKE?"
Panel 4 (right): Extreme close-up of the man's intense, narrowed eyes and stern expression.
Elderly man: "LENS."
Panel 5: A man with flame-like red hair recoils in shock and pain as a green laser/energy beam fires from an off-panel device on the left, striking him.
Votey:
The elderly bald man with sunglasses holds a large diamond lens, having apparently just fired it.
Elderly man: "SORRY!"
Alt text
A five-panel comic. Panel 1: An elderly woman in a hospital bed holds up a framed photo and tells her bald husband at her bedside, "My one regret is that our son always felt that I thought too much of... impermanent things." Panel 2: The husband shows her a pamphlet with a diamond on it, saying, "So, when I die, I want to use this process. They cremate you and turn the carbon into a diamond." Panel 3: The smiling husband says, "That's beautiful. What cut would you like?" Panel 4: An extreme close-up of his now intense, narrowed eyes as he answers, "Lens." Panel 5: A red-haired man (the son) recoils in agony as a green laser beam blasts him from off-panel. The joke: the grieving widower plans to have his cremated remains made into a diamond lens so he can keep firing lasers at their estranged son from beyond the grave. Votey (bonus panel): The bald husband, wearing sunglasses, holds the giant diamond lens he just fired and says, "Sorry!"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.