Whenever there’s a prominent death in the news, I always fear that I have something coming up in my strip that will seem inappropriate in light of it.
For example, during a week of strips where Rat was running for election against a dead U.S. senator, a U.S. senator died tragically in a plane crash.
Another example was in the summer of 2006, where one of my crocs was so annoyed by Steve Irwin’s accent he hoped he would die. Irwin died two months later.
So it would stand to reason that in a week like this, Rat would be conducing a seance to try and talk to a rock star who has died tragically. (Not to mention that in this same week of strips, Rat plays “schlocky pop hits from the ’70s” to try and lure fans of that music to their death.)
People think you can pull these strips, but you really can’t. The next two weeks of daily strips and the next four weeks of Sunday strips are pretty much set-in-stone. In theory, if an absolute emergency occurred, my syndicate could try and call all 600 papers where Pearls runs and try to get them to pull a given strip, but even then, they wouldn’t be successful with all of them (some editors would still goof and run it; some wouldn’t get the call, etc.).
All I can do is thank God the stars I mentioned were Jim Morrison and Barry Manilow. And not you-know-who.
UPDATE: Someone just wrote to me and pointed out the irony that the dead star Pig is thinking of has on white gloves. He adds, “It’s a good thing you gave Humpty two white gloves or there would be a torch-and-pitchfork mob forming outside your house right now.”