Riding a Pale Horse, a Very Elderly Pale Horse
We all have to go sometime and this is probably where it’s going to happen for me. Unless I get my wish and I have a heart attack and they find my dead body slumped over my drawing table drawing my last comic.
Honestly that doesn’t sound like a bad way to go. It certainly beats the alternative. Everyone in my family has an annoying tendency to die real real slow. Like over the course of years.
That is going to suck.
On the bright side, when they find my last comic, underneath my ponderous bulk, I bet it’s gonna be about zombies.