Before we get to today's The Born Loser, let's check out today's Mary Worth.
Good. Good. But I'm not going to believe Wilbur is dead until his fish-eaten, bloated corpse washes up on shore. I feel bad for Estelle who probably now has at least thirty minutes of paperwork she'll have to fill out when the boat docks. I feel bad for Wilbur's daughter, Dawn, because she'll just have to watch and cry while Mary makes all the funeral preparations. Luckily, she has a new man who can comfort her.
I sincerely can't believe there was nobody on deck to witness Wilbur's descent into the ocean. I mean, he was screaming "I'm king of the world!"
Yeah, most of this is psychosomatic for me, too. Look Gladys, I won't tell Brutus. I'll keep your little secret. But this is the last one.
