Caretaker. Security guard. Gamekeeper. Now I’m the sexton.
Got an email from Landlady yesterday evening. One of the original cats, who’s been living in the city, has finally found it in her geriatric heart to croak. All the original animals (except Click, whom I mistakenly buried near the Secret Lair) are supposed to go on Boot Hill around T’s grave.
Except the MIAs, of course, which I suppose would include Click. For them, Landlady has a memorial wall planned. Oh, sure, I hear you snickering over there. Get your own graveyard, and you can run it any way you want.
On the diagram (Yes, there’s a diagram) she sent me, there’s even a space for Uncle Joel…I guess because I’m one of the original animals.
I don’t know how to break it to her, but since I seem unlikely to achieve immortality through my art, I plan to take Woody Allen’s path to immortality through not dying.
Of course this is the Gulch’s boot hill, so it serves double duty.