It's not exactly what I was thinking when I replaced the faucet the other day, but neither is it completely foreign. I can't really say I'm afraid of dying, although I don't like pain; everything ends, after all. I'm just surprised at the plumber: a wrench in the hand tends to focus me on the present problem, not metaphysics.
(And it looks like the original is from Chainsawsuit, a comic I don't think I've seen before. It will give me something to check out on this enforcedly-idle, snowy, cold weekend.*)
(*Hrmph. I haven't so looked forward to going to work since I quit drinking.)
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