Remember the hilarious “Sergio Aragones’ Groo the Wanderer”?
Groo was a stunningly stupid barbarian, but also an incredible swordsman. As he was presented to the reader, he was the epitome of “buffoon”. Utterly brainless, and utterly violent. Everybody around him reacted to him with either fear, amusement, or both. He was typically treated with contempt, sometimes veiled, mostly not.
The lone dissident was his faithful companion, his dog, Mulch. Mulch saw Groo through rose-colored glasses, you might say. To the idealistic Mulch, Groo was a mighty, valiant warrior, a brilliant tactician, an exalted hero, and of course, the beloved source of food. Groo could do no wrong in Mulch’s eyes, and much of the story was related through Mulch’s reactions to the rude treatment Groo received at the hands of the people around him. It was just inconceivable to Mulch that any of the insults Groo received might actually be true, and Mulch was always urging Groo (through thought balloons, of course, since dogs can’t talk) to retaliate against those who insulted him, but unfortunately Groo was so stupid that insults always went right over his head (unless somebody called him a “mendicant” - then heads would roll, despite the fact that Groo didn’t know what the word meant). Mulch loved Groo unconditionally, even though Groo was often mean to him.
Anyway … I can’t remember the issue number, but near the end of one issue Groo and Mulch were sitting on the seashore, hungry, and Groo decided to catch a fish. Lacking a fishing pole, a net, a boat, or any other piece of fishing gear, Groo took the most logical (to him) action he could under the circumstances: wade out into the ocean and try to catch a fish with his bare hands. And so Groo waded out, and kept walking until he disappeared beneath the waves.
Mulch sat on the beach, staring out at the spot where his master vanished, and waited. And waited. The sun went down. The moon came up. The moon went down. The sun came back up. There was still no sign of Groo. The last panel of the comic showed Mulch still sitting in the same spot, staring expectantly at the ocean.
This was a comic that I had grown accustomed to laughing my ass off at. But that last page left me with the biggest lump in my throat I’ve ever felt.