From A Highly Dysfunctional Brain Again

Benny was puzzled, and disturbed.

“Grandpa? Why’s Granny still sitting on the couch? She’s been dead three days.”

Grandpa Beeling snaps his Morning Journal. “You see any flies dive bombing me while I’m reading the paper?”


“There you go, then.”

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