I'm willing to bet that most cemetaries have a rule prohibiting negative epitaphs. I'd say if anyone deserves one it's certainly Faye's dad.

I don't know if I'm coming down with something or what, but I seriously slept for like fourteen hours today and I am STILL completely fucking exhausted and achy. I'ma put this strip up a little early and go drink some hot tea. Enjoy the comic and I will see you tomorrow, hopefully feeling a little less ill. Perhaps I will even be illin'.

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