Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for December 27, 2013

Timing is everything…

Now how else would he have approached you without flying?

Look at it this way… You’re going out while doing something really useful.

Your tombstone should read ‘He died with his boots on’…

Unfortunately, as funny as this is supposed to be, it is also too often a very real situation.

Cause and effect.

It is indeed the season for jolly shovelers to meet the man in black.

Don’t go down without a fight man, show him what you can do with that shovel!!!!

I don’t think it would have killed him..

Yeah, this kind of thing just kills me.

“Mnyeh! where would be the fun in that?” Life’s a b*ich, innit?

Game of gin before we go?

Would you rather he wait till the day after you win the MegaMillions lottery?

I think the Reaper is the guy in the snow plow that fills in my driveway, just after I shovel it….

He shovels it clear down to the blacktop. My kind of guy!

Half his luck.

@wrwallaceii – At least it wasn’t the old saying “Well, he died doing something he loved.”

This is what comes from listening to his wife nagging him to get it shoveled out, so she can go to the Mall.

I think he might be pointing out a place he missed?

Yeah, after all that shoveling Death shows up. So what is new?

does this make him “stylishly late”?

“Sorry, but that’s the reason I’m here.”

Spirit, are these the things that WILL be or the things that MIGHT be?

He should look on the positive side: It was snow not cow manure….

If he can see the reaper, it’s already too late.

Relax, I am only here for the snow.

“If you’d just let it melt, I wouldn’t have shown up at all.”

It’s not uncommon for Chicago weather forecasters to warn their audience that the upcoming storm will be dropping that wet, heavy “heart attack snow.” Shovel wisely… or better yet, sit inside by the fire sipping brandy and wait for spring!

Maybe the reason Death showed up is because you shoveled, smart guy.

Sick

This is how I picture my last hour on Earth……Probably helping one of the neighbors after doing my own….points at the Pearly Gates for helpfulness….plus a guilt trip that never ends.

Just hand him the shovel and hightail it out of there.

This is how I’m expecting to go ever since the apartment-dwelling snow nazis enacted their “thou shalt have your walks cleared by 10 am every day” edict!

It’s funny ‘cause it’s true.

Short story about the grim reaper being challenged to a game of gin rummy by a soon to be doomed gentleman in NYC. The old man wins the gin game and the reaper goes home empty handed.