Anvils! And I forgot my umbrella!
So compromise - do "Our Town", which has (gasp!) a bunch of dead people in the last act.
But it doesn't have cancer.
But she still died a painfilled death....but, yeah, the first two acts are happy ones. Can't have that in this strip.
Maybe "A Long Day's Journey into Night" might work.
"Thought-provoking ideas" = "life is shit" (delivered with a smirk).
Personally, when it comes to anvil-laden speeches, I'll take Shan...non on a cafeteria table any day.
Jeez, Batiuk, if you really wanted to work in the exciting world of afterschool special production, you should do us all a favor and pursue that dream.
He can't do that, they're too positive.
Is it just me or is Susan getting uglier? As the people in the comics crumugeon mentioned, Badnews has no idea how high school productions work and that a play like Wit would be challenging even for college-level students and has a very limited amount of roles.
Everyone is getting uglier. Wonder if she has tenure with the school system. If not, then she's really stupid to be pulling this stunt, of telling the tax payers (and parents) that she's going to do what she wants to with their money.
Maybe he think if things are beautiful that means they're going to make things more pleasant.
This, as I've said, is his biggest defect; he has no clue as to how the real world works. Watching the oblivious buffoon screech that anyone who disagrees with his misinterpretations and misrepresentations of events is a fool living in denial is the funniest thing about him.
Anvils hell, I'm being crushed by a wall o' text! Run!
The sad part is that we have to endure all this bullshit because he refuses to admit that his critics might know more than he does.
I'm not wrong, the world is!
That's probably what they should renamed the trope currently called "Small Name, Big Ego"; it's also what they should carve on his tombstone.
All of this is starting to remind me of this American lit class I had years ago. Every story and play we read was total downers with unhappy endings for them all from Eugene O'Neil to Equuis (I didn't look at horses the same way again for two years). The class also cemented my dislike for Ernest Hemingway's writing (sorry but I don't like the way he write dialoge). I don't always expect everything to be happy, but couldn't we have one where everyone is just miserable.