That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for January 18, 2019

“Sorry to tell you this, but your late husband left everything to the maid.”

The Petitioner: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Nevrev_b_004.jpeg 

(best viewed using Google Chrome, with Google Translate added to chrome://extensions, which can automatically translate most pages as necessary) has info and links that point to info about this 1880s, roughly B1 paper size painting.

https://www.the-athenaeum.org/people/detail.php?ID=4309 

http://www.macdougallauction.com/indexx1118.asp?id=64&lx=a 

https://vsdn.ru/museum/catalogue/category70233.htm 

http://www.artcyclopedia.ru/nevrev_nikolaj_vasilevich.htm 

http://cvetamira.ru/nevrev-nikolay-vasilevich-1830-1904 

http://artpoisk.info/artist/nevrev_nikolay_vasil_evich_1830/bio/ 

http://www.artvek.ru/1979/041.html 

https://openart2014.wordpress.com/2014/11/22/the-history-of-painting-nevrev-nikolai/ 

all have info about this artist (again, Chrome can automatically translate the .ru and .info webpages), perhaps in addition to what’s pointed to by the first URL. So far, 4 works by him have been used here. 

https://www.gocomics.com/that-is-priceless/2019/01/10?comments=visible 

has the prior (my comment there has the same artist info URLs).

Again, a larger strip image is shown by clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2119 (January 17, 2019) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

The test results have come back and it’s quads.

Act like you didn’t hear it. Act like you didn’t hear it. She’s looking directly at you. Ignore the smell. Act like you didn’t hear it.

“I knew from the beginning that I should not include that I was a taster in my resume.”

Penis envy my ass!

I see by your resume that you crushed the hopes of over a dozen children as a nanny. Very impressive.

She had heard black was a very slimming color but, alas…wearing it didn’t help her.

How many whacks did you give your mother???

Olga eyeing potential husband #4

She’s not a widow – It’s the dress code: Russian women over the age of 40 were required to dress like that (either that, or all Russian women over the age of 40 were widows. (Given how much Russian men drank, that is a possibility))

sorry miss you are to heavy for the stripper pole. I do have a opening at the VIP table.

“Sorry Mrs. Zhivago, but he left everything to Julie Christie.”

“These bills from your trip to Burning Man are quite excessive, my dear.”

Well this is something quite new, Madame Ostenskaya! It seems an African Prince in Nairobi wants to send you his fantastic fortune, and all he is asking of you is… … … … … :>)

“Madame, I have gone over the test results a hundred times, and the results confirm what I suspected: you have no neck.”

Ahem. Article I, Section 9, Clause 8.

“Madam these are application forms for a Nunnery. This is a Monastery.”

Dr. refamiliarizing himself with sex change case; was it he to she or she to he?

Paper in his hand, corner of desk then trash can.

Am I the only one who had to look up “budtender”? I had no idea. My first thought was beer…

“Sorry, Mrs. Whistler – we still have no modeling work for you. Perhaps when you’re a bit older…”