Last Kiss by John Lustig for January 16, 2019

Honey, can’t you wait until the autopsy?

Makes me think of a soap-opera that my mom used to watch. Some sappy announcer on the opening credits, saying something about the sands of time. While you looked at an hourglass with the sand running down.

Ilsa, She-Wolf of the OR, was timeless.

Then Doc Mengele retrieved her Timex.

I wonder what that Doctor has been snorting?

Old surgeon’s joke…

Is her name Dr. Pulver?

Milton Caniff isn’t identified as the original artist, but this is definitely from the Steve Canyon school of art. I mean, look at that woman.

In the recovery room, they told the patient to relax and unwind.

They’ll wind up using stem cells but it might be too late for the ol’ ticker. Then who’ll spring for the bill? Too many complications and the patient is strapped.

The Timex test no one really wants to talk about.

Takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’…

In fact, they lost a bunch of watches in the patient’s midsection – it proved to be a real waist of time!

Timex.

“Fine. Then we’ll charge him for installing a pacemaker.”…

Good lord, it’s Shepherd Smith. Right down to the smug expression.