Speed Bump by Dave Coverly for April 30, 2024

What he wasn’t allergic to has never been told.

The sneezes beyond the grave are eerie.

Poor guy sneezed himself to death!

He’s over his allergies now. Drs have probably been prescribing him different poisons for years. They finally worked.

His epitaph: “Achoo!”

Allergic to everything. Sounds like me. Wait. Am I dead? Is that me? I told you I was sick!

“…bee stings to bee stings, peanuts to peanuts…”

Heard at the cyborg’s funeral: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, he was made out of iron so he’ll probably rust.

Seasonal and topical humor.

Allergens always got his dander up.

I love how all his "e"s are lower case! I have a bad habit of mixing my cases, too.

His grave stone says: “I told you I was sick!”

If that’s the case, it’s surprising he didn’t pass away sooner.

Dust mite to dust mite…