A man excitedly sings a song. It has actions, too, apparently.
Closer, closer every year
The Reaper’s creeping ever near!
One day soon, he will appear!
Hark! Is that him now I hear?
They’ll bury your body, shedding a tear
But all the little worms will cheer,
And burrow in through your corpses ear–
In the background of the last panel, a furious woman points threateningly at the man. In the foreground, a traumatised child sits with a slice of cake with a candle in it.
Man (making air quotes): What “OTHER” birthday song?!