“Her dying just didn’t test well.” Just like Westview High School’s production of the Pulitzer Prize-winning play Wit didn’t “test well” with the parents:
…because you see, it’s Art:
…and art belongs in a museum.
Good Lord, the lecturing never stops!
You saw this coming, didn’t you? As if the saucy title and the insertion of an adopted Latino son weren’t indignities enough…now these Hollywood ghouls are robbing St. Lisa of her sainthood (and Les, thereby, of his martyrdom). It’s enough to make Les nearly spill his hemlock!
What faraway place is Les at tonight? Does Cayla even has to ask? Les is with his dead wife of course! Today’s strip has Les spending more quality time with Lisa’s ghost as he ponders what-ifs. At some point he probably realized that he wouldn’t be a delicate genius author if she’d lived, so he’s probably glad things turned out the way they did.
Did you hear that? No, I’m not talking about the clumsily put “Darrin’s mother Lisa.” line, I’m talking about the whisper of Death, blowing across Westview, summoned by none other than Pa Pizza himself!
Deathy McKillerson may have to brush off his best tux from the look of things in Today’s strip, but it’s hard to tell if the last panel is supposed to be foreshadowing to a massive pepperoni-induced heart attack or just a joke that fell flat.
Tuesday! Where we rush into a plot-line that we’ve literally already seen before. I’m not just just referring to when Darrin was born but in the 600 times his delivery was mentioned in the strip since. I mean, no wonder Darrin is having Deja-Vu about it, how many times has he had to sit through the story of his rush to the hosptial?
Odds that Fred is going to pop out of his medical drama to “help with the delivery” are looking pretty darned high from the looks of today’s strip.
Son of Stuck Funky 