I can’t believe it’s been more than eight years since my last post! To my threes of fans who emailed me to make sure I wasn’t lying dead and bloated in my apartment, thank you.
Speaking of dead and bloated, Jack Chick tragically passed away in his sleep in 2016, at the ripe old age of 92. Am I sad he’s gone? I suppose I am, but I’m also happy that he’s gone on to his just reward, and I like to think he’s looking up at us right now and smiling.
Good night, sweet Chick; And flights of burly angels fling thee to thy rest.
(Proper post coming tomorrow. I promise.)
Jack Chick's Funnybook Gospel 