This really is starting to feel like the Tom Sawyer funeral scene. Which Mark Twain executed flawlessly. And yet, over five-and-a-half million people dead from Covid-19. That's a lot of grief to ignore with a cute little story about Wilbur coming "back from the dead."
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Mary’s tears are tears of joy - her desire to permanently take over “Ask Wendy” is seemingly within her meddling grasp at last.
Estelle, Wilbur dumped Pierre on you when the pooch failed to attract other women to him. Wake up and smell the coffee, lady!
Dawn, you might want to reserve judgment on Father of the Decade until you check into his financial situation. For one thing, look into the purchase of a certain emerald ring.
Mary's tears are from running out of platitudes. What other trite things could she have left? I foresee Wilbur showing up at the door unannounced to the joy of everyone (except Mary- KitKat called that one).
Regardless of where you stand concerning our last presidential election, I think we can all agree that Moy is guilty of perpetuating the Big Lie in terms of Wilbur's greatness and likability. This strip has become the graphic equivalent of ipecac.
Need a laugh? Over at comicskingdom dot com on the Mary Worth page, commenter Bob Tice presents the 2022 installment of the annual convention of the American Academy of Commenting Arts and Sciences, live this year at the sprawling Santa Royale Convention Center complex. You'll need to scroll down a bit to find it. Looks like it was published around 2 a.m. MST. He's a funny guy and there are lots of chuckles in that post.
Is ‘My Heart Will Go On’ on the jukebox yet?
This just in from MWNN: ‘The body of an elderly tramp was found beneath a coconut tree on a remote Pacific island, covered with bruises and abrasions from an apparent fall. The man was overly well-nourished, and must have eaten many coconuts (and their husks) to maintain such a degree of avoirdupois. Natives of the unnamed island have denied knowledge of the man’s identity, indicating that members of their tribe are traditionally buff and don’t wear glasses.’
meg, Thanks for the erudite (and funny)word of the day (avoirdupois). I think this is the first time I've seen Mary exhibit ANY sort of emotion, and I sure am glad Dawn found that box of tissues. Skip the accolades to Wilbur, KM, and get us to tomorrow's strip where we see Wilbur crawling up to the Tiki Bar, glasses still intact.
That's quite a legacy, Wilbur. They should notify the Vatican.
-- Scottie McW.
He sang Karaoke with you, and he gave his dog to you because he wasn't willing to put in the time or effort to bond with Pierre himself. Yes, Estelle, sterling qualities for sure.
Undoubtedly, Wilbur will show up at his own funeral. But even if there wasn't cell service on that island, how about when he was somehow able to get himself back to the mainland?
I was a little worried this morning when I got up and realized that I wasn't nearly as depressed as I have been. So, thank you, Wanders. Appreciate it.
HelenClark
Here's a fun exercise: Compare & contrast today's MW offering with this:
Three Women Mourning
Mary's last line makes me think tomorrow we'll see Wilbur partying at the tiki hut. Please, June, no borrowed speedos. We've suffered enough.
Estelle is so dumb that when Wilbur shows up at his own funeral she'll be mortified at his "ghost." Later, she'll ask Mary why a ghost would ask for $10,000.
Wilber's spirits are probably down Wilber's gullet by now.
Rather than having an actual memorial service, which would involve June’s drawing a whole crowd of yellow or purple people, none of whom we know, perhaps it should just be an expansion of the grieving circle. All our old familiars (Ian, Toby, Tommy and Babe, a hysterical Iris, a cocky Zak, a gormless Jared, a snooty Hugo, a stoic Mr Allora, Old Man Wynter, thinking better him than me, Eve weeping noisily, even though she never met Wilbur, and all the animals romping and rampaging through Mary’s condo (the fish are circling round in Toby’s highball glass). (Catering by Jerry’s Sandwich Shop)
Suddenly, Mary’s door is flung open. It’s the man of the hour! Will he say, Heeeeeere’s Wilbur! Or I’m Baaaa-ack! ?
Nice image, meg! But can the memorial be poolside? As soon as Mary heard the news, I’m sure Wilbur’s fish were herded into a zip lock bag and are now in her freezer. And Wilbur will love announcing his miraculous return with a cannonball.
Poolside even better! Then Wilbur can demonstrate his King of the World routine from the diving board (modified cannonball).
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