Last Laugh

When disease carves a path through the heartland, and bodies lay strewn in parking lots, who will gather the spent carcasses?

When the time comes for humankind to settle its debt with the Almighty, and bloated bodies of afflicted men choke the coastline, what will survive?

When primeval quietude returns, and feral vegetation reclaims the abandoned cities, the movement of beasts shall cease forever...

Except for the robotic corpse trawlers roaming the empty planet, converting our remains into electric pulp...


(photo found by Sugaragus)




If you think that's ominous, check out what my sister wore at her sweet 16 party...