In 1996, my father committed suicide. It’s been nearly ten years, and the impact of this event is still rattling around in my personality and my family. I’m still trying to find my way back to the person I was about to be when he died.
Jeph Jacques is using this to make jokes.
Unlike Faye, the reasons my dad did himself in were not nearly as mysterious. It really doesn’t make it any better though.
But Jeph is strolling blithely down a very dangerous road with his current storyline. By taking on such a personal and traumatic subject, he is running the risk of inducing emotional trainwrecks in complete strangers.
Which, in it’s own way, is pretty darned cool. Karma, Schmarma… Who wants a Shawarma?
I much prefer my random acts of emotional cruelty with a light cucumber/garlic sauce.