To Manea, nothing’s morbid.
This comic is the direct result of me remembering that literally anything I write can be converted into comic form. Plus, there is no one more suited to sing this song than a death god.
Happy New Year’s Eve, imaginary readers. Except for any Chinese imaginary readers, I suppose. I imagine there’s a few of you.
…How adorably wrong. Not quite a ‘love song’, though. Situationally based death related ditty?