Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for April 02, 2011

so, i guess there really was no such thing as “bad” publicity?

That person was never on a “reality” show.

That’s the way I want to go.

Cheers, Dogsniff

A local paper once had a picture of me on the front page. They spelled my name wrong, but since the caption didn’t include the words “Heinous, Tragic, or Person of Interest” I figured I’d quit while I was a head.

At 61 my wife finally received her first ticket EVER. Speeding to see the new grandbabies. LOL. Ms Goody-Two_Shoes!!!

Memorial Day I had to scrape the moss to see my father’s name. I cried when I realized how long I had forgotten his grave. Left my $12 flowers and haven’t been there since. The man who shaped me.

Here lies Lester Moore. Four slugs from a forty-four. No Les, No Moore.

NORMa

I’ve enjoyed the comments today as much as the strip.

you can flush my ashes i won’t care, i’l be long gone

Ironic how this tombstone is the largest in the cemetery.

.?.

How do I know comic/Message got snt?

When it comes time for me to go, I want to go peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather…not YELLING and SCREAMING like all the passengers in his car.

Mary, her name is Mary

good girls are never remembered, but the bad ones are always remembered.

And when I die, and when I’m dead, dead and gone…. There’ll be one child born in this world to carry on, to carry on…

What’d she die from, boredom?

Zager and Evans already sang that song in the first paragraph, Night.

the movie “Network” gave an eerie view of our current “news” disaster and has me wondering if Fox is funding Al Q.

But they did put her name on the stone. What kind of name is RIP for a woman though?

apt poem to fit the comic:

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15549

(w. h. auden beat him to the punch)

My ashes will be mixed with those of my cockatoo and saved in a really pretty glass urn chosen by my artistic daughter (or possibly more than one- I don’t care as long as I’m mixed with my soulmate (longest relationship in my life ;-)

When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough, And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now.

Sara Teasdale [1884-1933]

If there were only one choice, I’d rather be a good person than famous 100% of the time. If that were the goal of every person then this would be a truly wonderful world.