Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for November 15, 2011

I know how that is. Light fixtures can be so tricky.

That could happen to anyone.

He must have been staying at Motel 6.

I almost suggested yesterday that he’d beaten himself to death trying to get through a closed window.

I was sure he died by raiding a vegan picnic.

if he killed himself, you could call it ’insecticide

His last word was: “Zzzzzzap!”

Ashes to ashes, bugs to bugs…

“Don’t…go into… the light!”

Same thing happened to an uncle of mine. After that we got smaller lights.

For a king, he wasn’t too bright.

Perhaps he was trying to be …

Better that than losing his head over some female.

He kept crying “Help me! Help me!”, but everyone thought he was doing movie impressions.

If the foundation to find a cure is selling t-shirts in order to raise money for awareness, I’d consider getting one. Or at least including their banner in my GoComics sig.