Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for February 25, 2016
February 24, 2016
February 26, 2016
Transcript:
Zonker: Dean Honey? It's me, Zonker. Honey: Oh, sir! You've come... Zonker: Of course I've come. How are you holding up, friend? Honey: To be honest, sir, not so well. Have you ever had an affair of the heart, sir, where after years of denial and loving from afar the doors of passion were finally flung open, only to have your lover cruelly snatched away by the fates? Zonker: Um... well, let me see. Honey: Me neither. But we came that close!
BE THIS GUY almost 9 years ago
She missed it
by that much.
Brother Bret almost 9 years ago
So, how could he have not died when he’s dead? Don’t make me go to Wikipedia.
reatta45 almost 9 years ago
He is aZombie…
Coyoty Premium Member almost 9 years ago
He’s just dead tired.
David Huie Green LoveJoyAndPeace almost 9 years ago
practically loversjust loved drugs morehad a few othersalways looking to score
SpunkyNB almost 9 years ago
A bouquet of messages on the casket.
Linguist almost 9 years ago
Close but no cigar !
Thomas Scott Roberts creator almost 9 years ago
I guess the fact that Zonker has to stop and think about it answers her question…
barry.adamson almost 9 years ago
Does anyone notice the change in the position of the cigarette holder as the panels progress?
johndifool almost 9 years ago
“Good Riddance…”
summerdog86 almost 9 years ago
I think I have had a few moments in the past like that, but the ’fates" was always a girl prettier than me.
Malcolm Hall almost 9 years ago
What about the messages on the side of the casket, especially good riddance?
Dragoncat almost 9 years ago
Adieu, Ciao, S’Long, Good Riddance……Reminds me of the time my cousin visited from Brooklyn.
tulpoeid_ over 8 years ago
I enjoy everything so much (especially how “communist” China was in love with the worst face of US; and it’s only the 80s). You people who worry about giving spoilers away: Worry not. A couple of others have already spoiled everything for us since the first panel of this subplot. Of course one can always blame us for reading the comments.