MR. DEATH IS A REAPER.

WOMAN: NO, YOU HADN'T.

KEEP WARM, PLENTY OF REST AND IF
YOU'RE PLAYING FOOTBALL OR ANYTHING,

I'M A POOR MAN. MY SIGHT IS POOR.
MY LEGS ARE OLD AND BENTED.

WE THOUGHT OF IT FIRST.
OH, YEAH?

VIVIAN SMITH SMYTHE SMITH.

NOW, NOBODY LIKES
A GOOD LAUGH MORE THAN I DO.

SOME THINGS IN LIFE ARE BAD.

I MEAN, THE ROADS GO
WITHOUT SAYING, DON'T THEY?

OH, DEAR. YOU MEAN I MIGHT HAVE TO GIVE
UP BEING CRUCIFIED IN THE AFTERNOONS?

WHAT MAKES YOU
THINK SHE IS A WITCH?

WELL, AS IT'S SO FUNNY,

- WHY FRANK?
- FRANK'S A NICE NAME.

AH, HELLO, DEAR. DO STAND UP WHEN
MY WIFE ENTERS THE ROOM, CARTER.

# MINE AND MINE. #

GOOD THINKING. WELL, HAVE YOU?

GOOD MORNING, SIR.

HERE, THEY'LL GIVE ME
A FUCKING MEDAL, SIR.

- THAT WAS WILKINS.
- OH, YEAH.

"TIMID, SPINELESS,"
"EASILY DOMINATED"...

ALL: BURN THEM!

SORRY. AND DON'T APOLOGIZE.

BURSTING IN HERE WITH TALES ABOUT
ORIENTAL FORTUNE-TELLERS. OUT!

THE HOLY HAND
GRENADE OF ANTIOCH.