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Roast Beef in Heaven Wednesday, March 5, 2003 • read strip Viewing 47 comments:

That fridge is stacked with goodness.

My heaven is not entirely different really.

Why do they give him his favourite books, but a whole load of terrible tapes for making out?
Heaven is inconsistent.

Well if you were stocking a dream suite for Roast Beef would you count on much making out?

Music is for more than making out. In fact, I would say that music only figures into perhaps 5% of my make outs.

Perhaps, in the future, you will be blessed with more make outs, or be able to strech the make outs for longer durations.

Anything to get that percantage up man!

Heaven discourages making out; they want you to get mad rutty instead.

to duck call practice tapes?

Seven-kinky!

If things were too perfect, Beef would get nervous and agitated, waiting for something dreadful to happen. Ergo, a few minor inconveniences actually improve his experience.

For Todd's heaven they teach him how to make a bong out of a pair of scissors and dice, then show him a video about not whackin' off. For Beef, it's a mild continuation on past days - sittin' around in a white room, drinking and indulging himself.

Like Hell, Heaven is kind of a weird place.

They just didn't count on Miss Lady entering the picture. Who would have?

Heaven is a place where nothing ever really happens.

As a child I was always told that in heaven you become a part of god. This sounded horrifying to me, like being a borg or something. If I'm just going to decompose into bugs and dirt at least what I was would still have existed.

I'd like to think it was exactly the opposite - the entire Heaven experience, right down to the awful music, was German engineered for the sole purpose of putting Beef and Molly together.

Both in strip and out of strip!

stretch out on the futon with the bread and butter while listening to terrible make-out tapes.

damn that sounds nice

Heaven better have some awesome roller coasters.

Heaven would totally have Alton Towers' Air . Man that was awesome.

A comment left by epicurus was marked lame too many times and excluded. (marked lame by alphagator, Bluff, sexualhomeboy)

It's a fairly Epicurian heaven, to the degree that that concept is not entirely stupid.

Whoah, somebody knows their heavens!

The people are crying out for a new Nate Small book!

my only difference with roast beef in my heaven scenario is i would want a real bed and not a futon. but i realize i'm picky.

I honestly believe the futon in stead of a real bed would be a deal breaker for me.

I've got this thing where if I have the choice between sleeping in a bed or a nice big couch, I'll choose the couch every time. Something about falling asleep on a couch with my back supported and all the lights are on, strikes me as immensely appealing. I'd do it more often if my roommate didn't hate it when I fall asleep in the living room.

I need to replace my bed with a couch...

I was all passed out on the couch in my front room and my roomate yelled at me, "Hey man are you sleeping? Why are you sleeping man, it is like noon? You are sleeping on the couch, man that is weird."

Fucking asshole he was there.

I hear you guys with the bed over futon preference, but I think Beef actually prefers the futon in a way he would be ashamed to admit. I bet most people get beds.

Looks like Byrne was right; Heaven seems to be a place where nothing ever happens. But Guiness in the fridge? Sounds like a good time.

Everyone is trying to get to the bar
The name of the bar, the bar is called heaven
The band in heaven plays my favorite song
They play it once again, they play it all night long

Beef has the world's cutest little feet.

You have revealed yourself to be a furry foot fetishist (and that avatar isn't helping much either). Lose a turn and go to the back of the line.

why does this book from the thirties have the title written in impact font

I love you.

In the place up above
you grow feather wings
and you fly
round and round
With a harp singing hymns

Entwistle sorely deserves more appreciation.

A five for every strip which continues to quote my favourite Talking Heads song in the alt text.

Now, that's enough. People can stop pointing it out.

Yes, but one more thing - I highly suggest that you listen to the song whilst reading the arc. That is all.

I took your advice

it was magical

Wow. That really is Heaven.

I love how so many of the characters have elaborately planned national origins. Give the last name we see here and the first name Cassandra, it seems that Beef would be of Greek extraction.

May He Rest In Peace

What's Roast Beef's first name?

Cory? Cynthia?

Cassandra.

Shit, dude, I read that one less than an hour ago, and I'm doing this in sequential order.

If that's heaven, where is the reefer?

You wake up with the reefer already in you.

Duh.

I think Beef and Molly need to get murdered for their honeymoon.

this is the perfect conception of heaven, ever.