Looks Good on Paper by Dan Collins for December 15, 2020

It looks like Sebastian likes to moon.

Sebastian must have been a plumber.

If I remember correctly, Caspar had a cousin named “Spooky” who was NOT friendly.

I never realized that ghosts had mustaches and eyebrows. You really do get an education reading these comics.

It’s all pleasant until Bob the bubbly banshee shows up.

Actually, Ambrose looks like “Fatso” from the Ghostly Trio, which was part of the supporting cast in the Casper comic books (along with Spooky, Wendy, and Hot Stuff).

Just how sociable is Sebastian?

At least it’s not this ghost

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=It2KEGqQKjk

Do any of them represent Christmas past, present, or future?

Does Portnoy share any complaints?

To credit these whisperings of rural grandmothers, I now insisted, argued a faith in the existence of spectral substances on the earth apart from and subsequent to their material counterparts. It argued a capability of believing in phenomena beyond all normal notions; for if a dead man can transmit his visible or tangible image half across the world, or down the stretch of the centuries, how can it be absurd to suppose that deserted houses are full of queer sentient things, or that old graveyards teem with the terrible, unbodied intelligence of generations? And since spirit, in order to cause all the manifestations attributed to it, cannot be limited by any of the laws of matter; why is it extravagant to imagine psychically living dead things in shapes—or absences of shapes—which must for human spectators be utterly and appallingly “unnamable”? “Common sense” in reflecting on these subjects, I assured my friend with some warmth, is merely a stupid absence of imagination and mental flexibility.

“Good God, Manton, but what was it? Those scars—was it like that?”And I was too dazed to exult when he whispered back a thing I had half expected—“No—it wasn’t that way at all. It was everywhere—a gelatin—a slime—yet it had shapes, a thousand shapes of horror beyond all memory. There were eyes—and a blemish. It was the pit—the maelstrom—the ultimate abomination. Carter, it was the unnamable!”

Lovecraft, “The Unnamable”