I’m struggling with guilt over hating today’s strip, but come on. This is just layin’ it on with a trowel. I could maybe allow myself to give TB a pass if not for Summer’s constant smirk. What’s with her face in panel 5 (right)? Looks like she’s planning a heist.
All of us have dealt with the loss of a loved one. In Funkiverse time, it’s 14½ years since her sainted Mom passed away, but thanks to the combination of Les’ prolonged grieving and a seemingly infinite collection of beyond-the-grave videos, Summer feels compelled to go through this ritual year after year. There’s a difference between fond remembrance and…I dunno, insanity.
I can’t wait for Funky’s pilgrimage to Bedside Manor next month.
Son of Stuck Funky 