The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for January 21, 2024

avoiding a mass appeal

Think they’ll each find their own eyes?

Like the banner. Rest in butter!

When I first looked at the comic, I thought they were all fried.

Their eyes are leeking?

(I got to say it first!)

They are catching each others eyes.

“Rest in Butter”? How about some sour cream & chives. too?

In these parts, we have a dish commonly known as “Funeral Potatoes”

They’re waiting for the luncheon, baked potato.

So, only the dead one could see the light?…

The blind leading the blind!

If they don’t bury him too deep, there’s a good chance he’ll be reincarnated.

Where are you ACOMMONTATOR?

Did YOU lose your eyes and can’t get here?

:D

The fewer eyes the better.

Ooooh! They’ve come undone! I see the problem now!

They just have to wait until they grow some more eyes as potatoes often do.

Who performed the service? The French Fryer or the Chip Monk, baaadump bump, crash.

They stuck a fork in one of them.

He opted for being mashed instead of a traditional burial

Okay, okay: Groan. There.

Something stinks in there. Oh it’s the pew!

They’ll all get smashed at the wake!

Check the sign-in book. Did the Yamheads, Turnipheads, or Beetheads stop in to offer condolences?

The departed had been admitted to a MASH unit, but did not survive.

Let’s eat some chips.

Instead of a crematorium do they have a deep fryer?

Potatoes have lots of eyes….