To the casual observer it was just a typical day in the Arbuckle household. Jon sat at the table with a mug of coffee, looking incredibly tired and depressed.
Garfield appeared and thought, "I ate all the lasagne."
"Garfield," said Jon, "I need to talk to you. I went to the hospital for some tests, and I have a terminal illness. If I'm lucky I have a month to live." He buried his face in the table and wept.
Garfield looked at the reader. "This is why I hate Mondays."