THUMBNAIL THURSDAY GOES ALL WARM AND, UH, BONEY

When it comes to comedy, some characters (or at least, templates) just write themselves: the Incredible Hulk writes himself, as do robots, aliens, psychologists. Jesus is easy. Freud.

And Death. Death I can write gags about all day long. So: Death. Party. Relationships. Writes itself.

“You’d think that, but he’s actually quite a warm and gentle lover.”
Given how much skeleton sex my novels have ended up containing, is it any wonder I find Old Boney impulsively funny?