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Apocalypse page two hundred fifteen. Panel one: Death's son and daughter, Mort and Demise, sit at the table as she passes behind them. In her hands is a lit scented candle. Demise, the little girl, cries 'Oh! A candle! Happy birthday to youuuu~'. Panel two: Death stops, frowning gently. 'No, no, Demise. Not until next week.' Demise is confused. 'Oh. Happy birthday to meeee?' Panel three: Mort, her brother, pipes up 'No, Demise. Not you either.' 'Oh...' the little girl says, thinking hard. Panel four: At last she sings out 'Happy birthday to US!'

Posted November 17 2024

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