death-10
Original: death-10 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A robed, hooded figure with arms spread wide stands against a dark background, proclaiming dramatically.
Hooded figure: DEAAATH! DEEAATHHHH!
Panel 2: A bearded man in a suit sits at a table, looking unimpressed.
Bearded man: WHAT ABOUT IT?
Panel 3: Two men sit at the table. One (the same robed/hooded figure now revealed as a man) gestures thoughtfully while the other listens.
Man: I THINK WITH A LARGE ENOUGH POPULATION WE CAN FORETELL IT STATISTICALLY.
Caption (below comic): This is how life insurance began.
Votey:
A close-up of an open mouth shouting, with a speech bubble.
Speaker: WE ARE NOW AS (STATISTICAL) GODS!
Hooded figure: DEAAATH! DEEAATHHHH!
Panel 2: A bearded man in a suit sits at a table, looking unimpressed.
Bearded man: WHAT ABOUT IT?
Panel 3: Two men sit at the table. One (the same robed/hooded figure now revealed as a man) gestures thoughtfully while the other listens.
Man: I THINK WITH A LARGE ENOUGH POPULATION WE CAN FORETELL IT STATISTICALLY.
Caption (below comic): This is how life insurance began.
Votey:
A close-up of an open mouth shouting, with a speech bubble.
Speaker: WE ARE NOW AS (STATISTICAL) GODS!
Alt text
A four-panel comic. Panel 1: a robed, hooded figure with arms thrown wide shouts theatrically, 'DEAAATH! DEEAATHHHH!' against a dark background, like a doomsayer. Panel 2: a bearded man in a suit sits at a table looking flatly unimpressed and replies, 'WHAT ABOUT IT?' Panel 3: two men sit at the table; one says, 'I THINK WITH A LARGE ENOUGH POPULATION WE CAN FORETELL IT STATISTICALLY.' A caption below reads, 'This is how life insurance began.' The joke: an ominous prophet of death is deflated into the mundane origin of the insurance industry, where death becomes a statistical calculation. Votey (aftercomic): a black-and-white close-up of a wide-open shouting mouth with a speech bubble declaring, 'WE ARE NOW AS (STATISTICAL) GODS!'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.