death-8
Original: death-8 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man (in a suit, distressed): Death?! You can't come for me! I have 4 children and my wife can't take care of them all herself! So many beautiful people depend on me!
(A robed, skull-faced figure of Death stands holding a scythe.)
Panel 2:
Death: Heaven is real. You're going there. We have booze.
Panel 3:
Man (face lit up with joy, shouting): FUCK MY SHIT UP!
Votey:
Man: Does heaven have boobs?
Death: Oceans, bro.
Man (in a suit, distressed): Death?! You can't come for me! I have 4 children and my wife can't take care of them all herself! So many beautiful people depend on me!
(A robed, skull-faced figure of Death stands holding a scythe.)
Panel 2:
Death: Heaven is real. You're going there. We have booze.
Panel 3:
Man (face lit up with joy, shouting): FUCK MY SHIT UP!
Votey:
Man: Does heaven have boobs?
Death: Oceans, bro.
Alt text
A three-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1: a distraught man in a suit pleads with a robed, skull-faced figure of Death who holds a scythe, saying 'Death?! You can't come for me! I have 4 children and my wife can't take care of them all herself! So many beautiful people depend on me!' Panel 2: Death calmly replies, 'Heaven is real. You're going there. We have booze.' Panel 3: the man's face instantly transforms into delighted excitement as he shouts 'FUCK MY SHIT UP!' The joke is the abrupt switch from desperate guilt to pure enthusiasm at the mention of booze. Votey (aftercomic): the man asks 'Does heaven have boobs?' and Death answers 'Oceans, bro.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.