Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis for November 30, 2018

Rat, you can reserve a place.

It’s a start. Next you can try a potted plant.

on the plus side, Rat’s social group can’t talk back in order to complain about his ego

Not a very good place if you want to hear their tales.

And it’s less annoying than Facebook.

At least he’s not down at the county morgue.

Convenient location. His audience doesn’t need to go far when they get bored to death while Rat pontificate his positions, and for those who are already dead can simply roll over.

It’s also quiet pleasant.

Rat’s in a grave situation!

I see dead people.

Is there a cat hiding behind one of those tombstones, ready to pounce upon the rat and eat him? We can only hope!

I have grave doubts that this approach will work.

Great Idea, Rat! You can use a headstone to park your Beer on so you can light up your Cig!

I wanted to start an anti-social media company.

Problem was: No one would sign up.

Despite it being commonly understood to be “Rest In Peace”, I’ve yet to see any headstone with “RIP” on it…

He went to Isle of the Dead.

He’s not with people. They were people, but they’re not anymore.

I actually do find cemeteries quite pleasant. But the idea that I may be as non-social as Rat is unsettling.

Maybe Rat will encounter Dethany from “One the Fastrack.”

“On the whole, I’d rather be in Philadelphia!”

Rat crept towards it, trembling as he went; and following the finger, read upon the stone of the neglected grave his own name, Rodentezer Scrooge.

My mother would say living next to a cemetery was the best because it was quiet.

If this were a horror movie, the zombies would be coming for Rat right about now.

Cemeteries are very popular; people are just dying to get in. (someone had to say it)

If Rat were a comedian he would be so bad that if he played a cemetery all the residents would get up and leave.

The perfect place for Rat

It’s a dead man’s party!

I’d thought originally that Rat was out celebrating national stay home because your well day

We lived next door to an old cemetery when I was a teenager. Quietest neighbors we ever had!

We lived next to a big cemetary when I was a kid. Used to freak me out, but my dad said he was a lot more scared of live people than dead ones!

Next week: Goth Rat.

That’s my rat! ;)

Looks like he’s hangin’ out with Mr. Torn.

Well, at least you wouldn’t have to listen to someone sharing their political views…

Rat has chosen his friends well….

That IS a nice place… people are dying to get in. /Groucho