The only way to properly convey one's love of something is via candlelight and serenade.

This strip reminds me of one Thanksgiving Eve where my uncle was preparing a turkey to be deep fried in a parking lot before the Lions got routed on National TV. He put on Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On" and proceeded to rub spices into that bird by candle light while I contemplated all the crazy shit he'd seen in the line of duty (he was a cop) to drive him to this.

I wonder what kind of crazy shit Peter Gallagher saw before he decided that the only way he was going to earn money was by stealing his uncle's character for a comic strip. Has he turned on a TV in the past ten years? They don't do jingles anymore. Quills haven't been comical...since ever, really. And why is Heathcliff ripping off Rowlf? Isn't stealing Marmaduke's format enough? Isn't being somewhat of an inspiration to the eleventh plague satisfying enough for you? Passing this off as humor is one thing, but raping my childhood so you can wax nostalgic about Meow Mix ads is quite another.

I hope that the next time you're making tea on a gas top stove, your cat walks across the burners, is set aflame, and summarily burns your fucking house down.