premature requiem

I'M GOING TO MY ROOM AND WRITING A NOTE SAYING SANDOVAL DID IT'

IF I'M DEAD IN THE MORNING, YOU'LL BE BOILED ALIVE.

OH MY GOD.

NOT A NOTE, THOUGH- MYSTERY! ROMANCE! PALE AND LIFELESS ON THE BED, CLUTCHING A LOCK OF MY HAIR!

SO IF THAT CAKE WAS POISONED, YOU'D BETTER FIND MORE ANTIDOTE.

I'VE GOT A BIG BAG OF THEM HERE!

YOU'VE TAKEN YOURSELF HOSTAGE.

OH NO, APPRENTICE- DON'T DIE ALONE!

OR A LOCKET WITH MY PICTURE!

I'M GOING TO MY ROOM.

SO... IT WAS POISONED?

THAT'S SO ADORABLE!

THIS

CUSHION MAUSOLEUM WILL HONOR YOUR MEMORY FOREVER.

IT DEFINITELY WASN'T POISON.

NGNNAHNN!

WHAT? WHAT IS IT?

SO PEACEFUL- LIKE YOU'RE STILL ALIVE.

WHYYYYY, CRUMPET?

WHYYYYYYY?

IF IT WAS POISON YOU NEED TO SAY.

YOUR HORNS ARE HURTING ME.

WAS IT PRIDE? YEEASS... IT'S ALWAYS PRIDE.

AWAY, JACKAL! HAVE SOME RESPECT FOR THE DEAD!