For Better For Worse... over? No. No way. I do not accept this. This I do not accept.
Whenever I thought of them, the Pattersons always felt like they were a part of my family. Granted, they seemed more like distant cousins with whom I only caught up every few months, usually finding out to my disappointment that they were all incredibly boring, their only contributions to conversations being life lessons vaguely concealed in progressively bad puns and turns of phrase.
Still, to say the comics were touching would be an understatement. I remember, when I was a kid, my dad actually sat me down to tell me that Farley the dog had valiantly saved April from drowning in a river. "That's good news," I replied. Then, noticing the sad smile he gave me, I added "...isn't it?" He took a deep breath.
"I love you, son" was all he could say in response.
So that's that. No longer will I be able to share and delight in all of the Pattersons' hopes and dreams. This depressed me, to say the least. "Oh well," I thought to myself after a few minutes. "Sure, it's the end of an era, but it's NOT the end of the world. After all, they're not the only syndicated comic strip family around. I'm sure the others are just as fun and exciting to read." Already starting to feel better, I turned the page to today's Family Circus:
Okay, what the fuck.
