Ah, there is nothing quite as pleasurable as breaking the seal on something new; be it a jar of peanuts, a coffin (both of which give a satisfying hiss of air rushing into a vacuum), or the Mylar sleeve of a fresh comic – in this case Weird Vol. 11 No. 1, March 1978.
“Never Curse a Corpse” has the anxiety-drenched artwork of Cirilo Munoz and has a title that not only trips off the tongue with a certain flippant joy, but also offers some solid advice. This story provokes a consideration. Traditionally one may do three things to (or upon) the grave of a deceased enemy: One may either a) dance on it, b) spit on it; or c) piss on it. My question to you, dear reader, is this: If you were on the receiving end – that is, if it were your grave being defiled – which manner of defilement would you prefer if given a choice? Granted, none of the three are easily tolerated, but I would prefer to be spat on rather than pissed or danced over, and I’ll tell you why. To dance on another’s grave demonstrates a certain dark glee and release; and pissing expresses too casual a distain. Spitting, however, suggests an enemy swathed in bitter angst – living, yes, but coiled tightly in a blustering, unquenchable anger and corrupting desperation (much better).
”None so blind as those that will not see.” - Matthew Henry - Commentaries, Jeremiah 20“The Blind Monsters” has some terrifying beasts drawn by A. Reynoso. I can’t decide whether this should have been an episode of Star Trek or the The Twilight Zone. In the case of either program, it could have been the best episode ever!
OK, you’ve had enough. No. Really. You got someone to drive you home? Once you sleep it off, make sure you come back for “Coils of Terror” and “Satan’s Dead Demons.” Admit it. You would have come back for “Satan’s Dead Demons” alone.