Remember, kids, never get married on an empty stomach…or completely sober!
Husbands One, Two, Four, five, Six, and Lucky Number Seven all died accidentally of food poisoning. Husband Three committed suicide by shooting himself repeatedly through the heart while falling off a cliff. These things happen…
In my previous comic, I had a couple getting married. It was (for me) an unusually sweet moment.
But today? Ack! We’re wallowing in the worst of wedded woes!
What can I say? Romantic comedy is a brutal business.
I just found a link to the world’s best wedding toast. I discovered it on Mark Evanier’s site–which is rapidly becoming my favorite blog.
