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Unsounded has been doing some innovative things with webcomic page design for a while, but today's update takes it to the next level, and made me laugh out loud along the way.

Start with the previous page here, and keep clicking, I make it nine clicks to get to Ashley's comment (which notes Javascript is necessary).

Lovely to see everyone....

 .... even if it is for a funeral.

Just back from a non-denominational* Celebration for my friend Leon, and saw a whole heap of friends I haven't seen in too long, pre-Covid for most. In fact I'm not sure I've seen one in 25 30** years.

We then adjourned to the pub, which was apparently his one demand for the service.

It was good timing in the catching up with friends as one is apparently in the process of emigrating to Cyprus (she's actually Greek Cypriot originally), drawn by the irresistible lure of a new granddaughter (there were pictures, she has anime-sized eyes, everyone commented on them). I was also reminded that that house with the smashed-in set of railings I've been wincing at every time I drive past for the past fortnight, where the crashing car clearly stopped about six inches from the front door, is actually hers - fortunately she was in Cyprus when it happened.

Another good friend had cat pictures to show me.

Me, laughing: OMG, he really looks like a Bengal.

Her: He is.

And she told the story about how she was effectively conned into taking on Xeno the Bengal by a neighbour (Baroness W - I kid you not, the entire streeet is like that), who first asked for someone to look after him for a couple of weeks as the other Bengal they had was having problems with him, and at the end of the two weeks announced they were emigrating, and leaving Xeno.

OTOH he's apparently done wonders for their mouse problem.

The only drawback was that the pub was tiny, not much bigger than the size of my living room, and the only entrance was up a couple of stairs. It's not the one our circle of friends normally use for funerals, that one was apparently too busy getting ready for the Christmas Dickens festival. The space definitely wasn't ideal, particularly given we had two wheelchair users and could have had three. There was no way you could manoeuvre around to talk to people, so I abandoned the chair after a while and ended up balancing on one leg by the end, needs must. But there clearly was no accessible alternative available given the other wheelchair users are Leon's widow and their daughter.

* For values of non-denominational where you borrow a church to tell stories about the man.

** Just remembered I wasn't using crutches when we knew each other, so that pushes it back to the very early 90s.